Joanna,
I quit seeing the therapist. She was making things worse. It's been a year and I still miss you. I still miss every single detail about you. I still can't look at the piano, and when I wake up alone in ou-my bed, my heart aches again. I can't even move down the hallway anymore, which makes it hard for me to get anywhere, as the front door is at the end of it. But of course you know that. This was our house for so long. But, a year has gone by and the ghosts of you remain. Will you come home? Ever?
Adrian
