It's been about a week, and I still don't know how to feel. I don't think about it for awhile, and then I do and I think, is this real?
And I wonder if I have the right to be upset. Who was I?
But there's a hole, a cavern slowly growing where I realize now she existed, filled, and I'm not sure what to put there, because I need to get rid of the emptiness to stop the pain.