Everything is hitting me in waves. The strongest of which comes right before I go to bed.
I really miss Gavin. This is the worst breakdown I've had since his death. I think that after all these days of trying to occupy my mind with other thoughts, I was just pushing the truth aside and burying it when I really needed to face it and deal with it.
Work was nothing short of lumps in my throat and having to compose myself.
I'll see you in my dreams, Gavin. Maybe this time, you'll be the one saving me from talking polar bears. Heh.