I believe the scariest part about all of this is that it's becoming clearer that he's not coming back. Neither of them are. I thought for a moment that this was one of those times - and I've had many - where things were just off, you know? That I was going to wake up from a dream.
Though I haven't quite decided if it's actually scary or whether my subconscious is making me believe it's scary.
I tried making a souffle today. I'm not very good at them, I will finally admit, but that's who I am. Souffle girl. Impossible, souffle girl.
It fell and I cried. I think I'm still crying. How silly to cry over a fallen souffle.