It was a long walk home, though it seemed longer than it actually was, but it served me right. It gave me time to think, to analyze, to scream, to shout.
Now I'm home, alone. Everyone else is at the party. The silence is deafening. The darkness is consuming. 'I better do something about this...' And I did something I rarely did. Sitting on my desk I opened my laptop, opened the first typing program I found and started spilling out my feelings. I had a lot of them right now. Too many. Eight months of forceful self-change had left me sore. I missed her and needed someone to listen to it. And so i wrote my heart out. For no one to read.
I didn't notice falling asleep but I woke up with a start when my cell phone rang the next morning.