We left so much open-ended. So many things I was excited to hear about, excited to tell you about. Your first week working with your friend. My first meeting with the big boss. And things I was going to do with you. The Royal. A Marlies game. Things no one else will care about. Things that I don't want to do with anyone else.
Nothing is going to feel right. Going out, sitting at home, working, going to sleep, waking up. Everything. You were always there. Now there's no one. No one to talk to. No one who wants to hear about my day or tell me about theirs. No one I can share my deep, dark secrets with or who will share theirs with me. No one's there.
I am alone.
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