One month today. Strange how life goes on. Strange just how much it means to me. Too much pain, not understood. I still have the thing that I think I must tell her this that and the other. When we are so far apart it just doesn't seem real.
I think of how it would have been here, so quick, then a church service today, the ricordini, flowers....nothing. No news, just nothing, just vuoto, nulla.
I can only try to come to terms with this alone, as usual, alone. Always alone.
No one understands. No one can understand.