My therapist says that I'm in a stage of anticipatory grief over Morpheus.

All I know is: I can barely function. Yesterday, I did nothing. NO school work, no exercise. I didn't talk to anyone.

"I believe you will have more than one 'love of your life,' " My therapist said.

People keep rushing the end of Morpheus. Now, they say. No. Now.

But MOrpheus always comes in at the last minute. Says something grand. Romantic. Saves the day.