you'd think that i'd be over her by now, like she was some passing train that blew dirt into my eyes, no, as like the dirt that was brushed into my face that night i shall tear up as it enters into my soul, "the day will come when you won't be" i should've listened, i should've told her not to go after me, this is all my fault, i told rick id keep her safe, now look at me, as i fall to my knees in my kitchen i can hear our son crying upstairs, michonne runs in. "glenn! glenn!!" she's shouting at me, but i can feel anything, everything was going in one ear out the other, i didn't know what was happening, she ran up the stairs as jerry ran in and started rubbing my back. "hey bud i think you're having a panic attack. can you hear me glenn" he says and he takes me by the shoulders i think in my head that im saying things but nothings coming out, no noises or anything. after a couple minutes. "i miss her..im so tired" i cry. "i know i miss her too" he says calming and hugs me. "everyone misses her"
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