He is not the same person any more.
Obviously no one would be between the ages of 16 and 21. I'm not either.
The only way I'm going to deal with this is falling out of love. You would think that it should be easy with all of the bullshit, but it isn't.
He isn't there. He isn't there. He isn't there.
I don't know who he became.
I realize, with sadness, I have no deeply comforting place any more. I don't know where to go.
Home is sort of a mess, his arms are gone.
I guess I need to make my own comfort.
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