All I can think about is how she laughed, how fucking funny she is and beautiful, and just amazing. But then this weekend happened.
And I haven't gotten a chance to talk to her, or anyone, really, about what happened. And I don't know what right I have to know about anything, other than I care about her and lived with her.

I keep thinking I should be down there, I should be doing anything in my power to make her life easier right now. Run her a hot bath, take her dog out, just sit there with her.

This isn't right.