Today was the first day I felt pain over Alex since returning home.

I've been home six days. In those days I've thought of him, even heard from him, but haven't missed or cried over him. I celebrate that I've improved that much, I truly am recovering, and I also saddened that I broke down at all. I really thought I had reached a point of being capable of not being sad or wistful when his memory came up. I'm very close to that point, I think. He's been gone a month and I feel ready to push on. Today was a minor setback. I'll be on track again tomorrow.

For right now though... I miss him. :(