but it's not
There is still that feeling of It's a joke. He'll be back. Right?
I don't know why it's hitting me this way. It's been a couple of years since I last saw him in person. But I can picture him so clearly with the rest of the guys, sitting in the living room of our old apartment, drinking beer and hanging out while I held newborn Jo in my arms. I have such fond memories of those evenings.
And I can't quit thinking about Rose, alone now. All those early-stage hopes completely obliterated.
I've been nauseous since Friday. A sickly uneasiness is crawling just beneath my skin and I can't shake it.
9:44 a.m. - 2023-07-02