than not writing everyday.
I agree that I sound maudlin' despite the fact that I'm trying so hard NOT to.
What I mean, is that, grief colors one's world. What I wanted to believe (what happened was a horrible dream; I will wake up tomorrow, and it will all be over), isn't even half the truth. When I wake up the next day, things won't be better; in fact, I will feel worse--- not unlike a terrible bout of influenza.
Feeling this feeling of missing someone who is no longer there reminds me of high school; loving a person who didn't love me back, the feeling that without this love, things would never be the same.
Except it's 100% worse.
There are two certainties in life, so it goes, and I'm not talking about taxes.