It was a long walk home, though it seemed longer than it actually was, but it served me right. It gave me time to think, to analyze, to scream, to shout.<br/><br/>Now I'm home, alone. Everyone else is at the party. The silence is deafening. The darkness is consuming. 'I better do something about this...' And I did something I rarely did. Sitting on my desk I opened my laptop, opened the first typing program I found and started spilling out my feelings. I had a lot of them right now. Too many. Eight months of forceful self-change had left me sore. I missed her and needed someone to listen to it. And so i wrote my heart out. For no one to read.<br/><br/>I didn't notice falling asleep but I woke up with a start when my cell phone rang the next morning.