Mike just left. I am a mess. Right off, I can’t believe how incredibly quiet the apartment is and how completely alone I feel. It is amazing how someone who I was screaming at two days ago can now have me sobbing because he is not here. The heart is a strange muscle. I wish I could explain how empty I feel, but I can’t. I love this man more than anyone and he is my closest friend and makes me laugh like no one else can. Plus he is my mental touchstone. No one can make me feel at ease like he can. I just feel like half of me has been ripped out.

It makes me wonder if moving here was the right decision (I know it was, but times like these…).

I have allotted today and tomorrow for brooding. But, Tuesday I am back at work, and am prepared to put the nose to the grindstone, get back to my 14 hour long days and back at the gym with a vengeance.

I also found out that there is a knitting group that meets on campus. I think I will have to check them out.

Right now, back to crying and figuring out when we will see one another next.