I got through it all; I survived; I went on. I went through the closet and the dresser and took his clothes to Goodwill. I did all the things you're supposed to do, and I got through it all.
But the bed still seems empty every morning when I wake up. The house seems quieter, no matter how loudly I play the stereo. The world seems different, somehow -- the sun a little less bright, the sky a little less blue, the grass a little less green.
Everyone says I'll forget in time. Page 240
Fool for Love: New Gay Fiction edited by Timothy J. Lambert and R.D. Cochrane
See a list of books by Greg Herren here.
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