It's over. I'm home, he's gone. I feel like I've been run over by an 18-wheeler and the hurt has only just begun. I still can't fathom it's forever. That he's not going to be coming back. It's not really sunk in yet. I don't want to ever be used to a world without him in it. It was quick. My mom stayed with him since I couldn't. It's done. I hate the world today and my tears just hit me like wounds, I just cry until it hurts, then it goes away for a time. I think I'm going to try to sleep a little, but I don't know if I can. I expect to see him and I can't and that's so hard. But it's over and supposedly, it'll get easier, though it doesn't feel like it from here.

~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream at 4/22/2003 06:05:42 PM ~ ~