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Everything is so empty. My bathroom, that little space next to my bed, my bed, the passenger seat of my truck. I know, I know, it sounds silly, but there's really no way to explain it. It's pretty easy to get used to having your best friend, confidant, and lover there with you a nearly all of the time...and then when they're suddenly not there...Nothing could have prepared me for the goodbye that I had to say this morning. I haven't talked about it much because I didn't want to subject myself to the thoughts that I have so often thought of people my age who have claimed the same thing, but I love him more than I thought myself capable of loving another human being.