Weird. I go into the office and there’s someone else in your room. There’s someone else doing your work. There’s someone else signing the circular. There’s someone else doing everything you used to do. But is there someone else who will love me the way you did?
I could not bear the thought that you really are gone. I remember the line I said before you left, “I’m so scared that when you’re in the middle of searching for yourself, I’m gonna end up searching for you too.”
I couldn’t help but break down that exact moment I was leaning on the front desk, staring at the door. You’re gone. It’s official.