I opened my eyes today with the sight of my favorite person beside me. A few kisses here and there, and that feeling of being at home. Of truly belonging.

A plain goodbye as he wore his jacket.

Now, there's just silence. And pain.

Am I to blame for all of this? Did I inflict all of this pain on both of us? Am I bound to be alone -- and everything was merely a matter of when?

I don't seem to know where home is anymore.

Reflections, Decussations

"You wanna watch Grey's?"

"You have chips?"

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What, then, separates the ability to not think and the desire to not care -- or do the two inexorably overlap and cross over?