I have been numbering the days at the top of my journal, and today is marked the twentieth. How can that be possible? Has it really been twenty days without him? It feels like much more. That can't be right. I must have miscounted somewhere along the way.
But I know that this is untrue because I have been keeping tally in my head since day zero, and I'm never wrong. It's been twenty days. I've been waiting for twenty days- almost three weeks. How am I still here? He should be here by now. I'm so tired.
My thoughts are scattered. I haven't had a decent sleep for days, weeks even. It feels wrong to be sleeping in the bed that we used to share. It feels empty; I feel empty. When will he return?
