I can't say that I don't understand why she did, because I do, but I wish that I didn't. I understand that it may be a little awkward and inappropriate to appear to be living the college life with a guy for a roommate - especially for a married woman - but it wasn't really the way it had started out. I needed a place to live and I couldn't afford having this place on my own, and she needed a place to live because she was tired of imposing in on Abby, whom with she is currently crashing at now, but the circumstances changed drastically.

I worry, I do; she doesn't understand that I'll spend half of my shift worrying that maybe the apartment is too dirty so she won't get any sleep because she's cleaning it. She deosn't know that I'm worried that on her way home something will happen to her and I'll never hear from her again.

She doesn't understand that she's the best friend I've ever had and there's nothing that isn't natural about that. She doesn't understand that I'm afraid to lose the best friend I've ever had because it'd tear me up inside to find out that I'll never get to speak to my best friend again. She doesn't know.

She doesn't know and she doesn't understand.