Door

Each time the subject comes up, and I explain myself, people ask, 'Are you sad?' Sometimes they add a word, 'Are you STILL sad?'

Each time I think carefully about my reply. Honestly, I don't know. I guess I'm not sad. I just still can't handle the idea of it being any different. And I'm much happier feeling that there's an open door. It feels awful shutting the door in your own face, harder and harder each time, waiting for the time when you will look for another entrance instead.

I like this entry of JP's. Very on the ball.