I miss you.

The end has come. I no longer see him or even hear his voice. It's scary when that's the only thing that will get me through this ordeal. Life is going on without us. Now it's just his life. Now it's just my life. I don't think I would call it life at all. More like lifeless. His lifeless, my lifeless. I will never be happy until we are as we will be when all the lights go out and the worms become our only friends.