july 24...one year since michael died...it doesn't seem possible...my heart still aches...i still wait for his phone calls, our dances, our vacations, our "little book club", picking out his clothes for work, sharing lunch and dinner together. the list is endless. i am out there trying to learn how to live life as a "single" person. i really have no idea since i met michael when i was 17. the house doesn't get messed up, less laundry to do, less food to buy...i try to make all that a positive thing. i go and do new things (when i can) but i am always thinking in the back of my head that i don't want to do new things...i liked my life.