I keep wanting to falter.  Reach out.  Connect with someone. Today W. said he doesn't know how he would have gotten through his break up without me. It made me want to cry. Yesterday M reached out and said hi, said he and fiancee would be here next week and that we should hang out. Everyone else has stayed away.

I wonder how they are. I wonder what they've been up to. How they've spent their days.  What the title of this chapter in their life is. I wonder if they miss me.

I wonder if they'll miss me.
"Why is the measure of love,  loss"

Broken things must be thrown out.  Let me throw me out.