Went out with friends last night. Bry's friends. My friends now. And feel like maybe I talked about him too much. That I put a morbid twist on the night. But I had fun. I like them. A lot. And to be honest, I am so afraid of losing them too. Of their friendship being another secondary loss.
Then I came home, and realized AGAIN, that I am alone. But what was different this time was, I am OK with that. Not OK, because I'd give anything to have Bry back. But it's not such a crushing blow anymore. And I'm not sure how to feel about that. Because, in the end, I miss my friend.