there must be an explanation, right? something tangible, something organic. there must be a reason that he left his dirty t-shirt in my laundry basket. some reason that he refuses to take his pillows to his new "home." or maybe he just forgot. maybe i think that if i can find the answer, i can find the path that will lead me to a solution. i'm not used to being the optomist. i don't know that i believe in god (this isn't new...he didn't shatter that). but it's hard not to want to.