work is good medicine

ive discovered that the days i have to work are actually better for me. i work hard and barely have time to think about too much else.

alhamdulillah that i have a busy job!

im ok, i actually slept all night last night (benadry still, but i slept).

i still find myself wondering what happened , what happened and what happened. no its not all i think about, but that thought creeps through every so often.

we were well on our way to marrying, to making a future together. suddenly im at a loss. such a loss.

could i have been so wrong about all of this?

all i can ask for is just to know where he is, if he is ok and what happened to separate the inseparable.