I'm a little worried. I feel nothing. Sadness mostly. I'm not angry or freaked out. Maybe that comes later?
Selfish, maybe. I feel selfish for having these thoughts about me rather than him.
We had a brief conversation last night: this hasn't really hit him, either.
I keep thinking there's going to be this moment, this revelation of clarity. We'll gather our wits, get a list of things to do, suddenly things will be in focus. Somehow, I don't think it works like that.