Tears

The tears are coming more often these days.  Maybe it is planning the unveiling.  Maybe it is memories of last year and the last weeks of his life. 

I miss the physical and emotional intimacy we shared.  I could be myself - with no masks, no pretense.  I could tell  him anything.  Now there is nobody that I can talk to about anything.  Nobody with whom I can share certain thoughts and feelings.  While I have so many great friends, that makes me feel so alone and isolated.

This is my life now, and I don't like it.  I miss my Brian.  I miss my life.