George still isn't home today. It's been two nights in this freezing-ass weather, and I have this feeling in my gut that I'm never going to see her again. But it's really weird, in that I don't think my brain is comprehending it.

It's like I've tuned it out somehow. Like it's just too incomprehensible to accept. I'll go for an hour or so without thinking about it, and then something will remind me of her, causing this stab of pain. And instead of letting myself get upset, I just park that thought in the section of my brain which holds �the bills I need to pay� and �the dry cleaning I need to pick up�. It�s like I�ve deduced it to something as minor as a book I�ve misplaced. But it�s so much more than that. She�s so much more than that.

She�s been my true companion for ten and a half years, and in one action of shutting a patio door, I�ve probably killed her.

I guess that�s why I simply can�t accept this.

feeling... heartbroken
listening to...Coldplay (still)
reading...Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire miss something?
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