Work is going well, I'm keeping active and fit, eating OK. The days are function. As soon as I leave to start going home though my mind starts to wander. I begin to entertain thoughts of who I'd like to spend my evening with, sharing stories of the day, eating dinner, keeping cozy. My best friend and me. My other half. When I get home I try to sandwich in enough music time and walking dead comics and app distractions to get through before it's bedtime and I can shut off my brain.
I can't talk to you, reach out to you but I wish I could. I wish I could go for a walk or just hear your voice or see your face instead of just the one I have in my mind's eye. It's a sad kind of comfort to simply live on alone holding on to past memories as a substition for this reality, but it's all I have and I'll take it. And in my daydreams we are happy.
Wish we could press the reset button.
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