No word for more than a month now. The worst part about it is that nothing has changed, at least for me. I push it away, but it's always just beneath the surface, and it doesn't take a whole helluva lot to bring it back. Everything I see and everything I do reminds me of you, reminds me of how things could have, would have, should have been. But in the end, it never really got to be anything, did it. I struggle to tell myself that it's not without meaning, that it wasn't just some cosmic fuck up that slipped through the cracks. But at this point, it's hard to believe that, given the circumstances and how things have worked out.

I really want to talk to you... But I don't think I can. I know you'll be fine, you always are :) I guess it's better than the both of us. At some point I guess I'll just have to make an uneasy sort of peace with it by myself.

Bye.