She came back. Technically, she came back last night, but it's not like I was going to update the daylog to reflect that.
She didn't tell me where she went, and I was alright with that. Can't pry too much into someone's life. Especially if you have to share your headspace with them.
I did write some poetry. And I talked with my girl. I love her so much. That may have spurred Her return, as well. I had my subject back. I had my heart.
I spent some time thinking, too. About my life. My mind is a mansion. Well furnished, well stocked. But lonely.
Hundreds of seats, but no one to sup with. Hundreds of channels, but no one to veg out with. Hundreds of bedrooms, but no one to play the under the sheets game with.
Maybe I'll find someone.