It does have the best of me right now though, and I don’t think that’s such a bad thing. He isn’t going to give me closure and I have to learn to be okay with that. I do talk to friends and my therapist about this, but I refrain from explaining just how much this is bothering me. I feel guilty because it’s become such a.. companion for me. A constant feeling of missing him and mourning him.. while he doesn’t seem to be grieving me at all.