And so reality hits me right now, real and raw, with no gentleness at all. This week has been the hardest--the incessant fluctuation between false laughs and constant tears makes me dizzy; the anticipation of waiting to hear from you is the ticking seconds inching by. I try to keep busy with the things of life, but I just keep waiting for you. I'm still waiting for you. But am I just waiting for a ghost?