I didn’t really do anything today. I just laid in the sun, drifting in and out of sleep.

Everything feels so surreal, and it’s hard to think. My train of thought always comes back to Talus. We didn’t do all that much together, but I enjoyed what time we did spend together.

She isn’t dead, I might be able to see her again someday. But it won’t be the same, that spark wouldn’t be there and it would just be awkward. I hope she doesn’t hate me now, I know that's an irrational thought, I would be surprised if she didn’t hate me, or at least come to hate me. But I hope she doesn’t.

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I hope that wherever she finds herself she does well for herself. No, let me rephrase that. I know she will do well for herself regardless of where she finds herself. I’ve never met anyone that could match her passion, and she is far from defenseless.

She left me, she physically moved to a place that I can’t reach. I haven’t accepted that, but I will eventually.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.