Ramblings

Well, tomorrow will be a week. I don't think I can be happy about it, however, I am amazed that despite my want to freeze time and how slowly it seemed to creep by, it passed all the same.

My memories of us are getting hazy. And I wish I would have known. I wish I could have savored every kiss, every look, every touch, every word. Because I just took it for granted because I thought it would always be there.

He's gone. And as happy that I am that he's gone, I still don't feel right. Yesterday when I saw him, I felt like I should run up and hug him instead of just standing there. And for that split second, I almost did on reflex. Then I remembered... I remembered that.

He doesn't even seem to want to talk to me anymore. I wish I could call him a jerk like everyone else, but I really don't feel that way. I know him, and I know he did this because he thought in his heart that it was right for him and I. But it's wasn't. And it still isn't.

I just wish I knew what do to.