I arrived at work at about one o�clock this afternoon, and I think I�ve cried five times since then. That�s about once every hour. What makes me cry is thinking about the long evenings and weekends ahead with no companionship and no phone calls to look forward to. And also I realized that this sweater I have on today smells like him, for f*&^% sake.

I was so much better off before I rediscovered how nice it is to have a companion. SO much better off. Now I have these fresh memories that were delicious just last week, but hurt like gaping bloody gashes at the moment. For f^%$#$ sake.

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