It's two weeks today. It already feels like it's been a lifetime. My lover took his own life on Friday the 13th. We were just beginning to cultivate our relationship and I was going to tell him how important he was to me the next time I saw him. I just hope he could feel it without me saying it bc I never got the chance to put it into words. I miss him so much and so many unexpected surprises have come up in the wake of his passing. I feel even worse because now I am stuck in my house alone with all this time to think about how sad and alone I am. All I want to do is hold him and cry, but I guess I'll have to settle for crying.