Came home to an empty apartment, one that should have been occupied by you.  I really fucked this one up, sort of the story of my life here.  When you have something and you throw it away, it takes a while until you feel like you've adequately replaced it.  I may or I may never.  Sometimes, like tonight, I feel like I may never.  She seems to have moved on completely, I'm not sure I have.  Who can explain the emotions?  Not sure I can.