Not sure where to start, Part 2

[wishing, hoping]

Journaling:

So I'm in my room H is in his. I hope he is getting the space he needs. I miss my best friend. I miss the snuggling and the talks and watching late night tv together enjoying a beer. It's hard to imagine he does not miss that with me. Maybe in time he will miss me and what we had.

I am just catching up on reading and contacting old friends. I am trying to enjoy having my space as well. But I do miss my best friend. I can't help but miss that. But I don't think that man exists anymore.