the first day of the rest of my life

I couldn’t have pictured this day at all. It was pouring outside, already an autumn atmosphere I hate, but I was ok. I couldn’t focus that much, I wasn’t really there, but I was ok. No tears.
He arrived safely home, I received an email in the morning. All day long, I read that email, almost memorized it, I read every word and missed him. I just miss him, that’s all. And now it’s not the worst part of it all, I guess in a month I’ll really feel he’s missing.
Now, I have to re-picture my days and I already have some plans, but they hardly include going out like we used to. Maybe I’ll be wrong, but I fill my days with work. That’s about it. But it was about time, isn’t it?