Thursday, March 10, 2011

Conversation With A Friend

"It's been six months since he are you doing?"
"You know, at first, I became an insomniac. I'd sleep three, maybe four hours a night. I hated sleeping because I would dream about him and then I'd wake up and have to admit that he was gone all over again. But now I sleep as much as I can, hoping to see him again. So I suppose you could say pretty bad because it still feels like a cannon ball got shot through my heart. On the other hand, you might say pretty good because I've made it this far."
"It sounds like you're still in denial."
"Of course I am. When truth be told, I hope every time I turn a corner or enter a room that he will be there, that he has come back for me."

January 2, 2011.

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