Contemplation of random suckitude, vol. 2
Meh.
I'm having a moment. Bear with me.
Attitude check: not feeling too happy, why I don't know, maybe it's because I miss her, again. Who's her you ask? The one that got away. Twice. I thought we were friends but now she's just disappeared. Without saying anything. I could, but I probably shouldn't, e-mail her. It's been a few weeks since we talked. We didn't fight or anything. She mentioned her boyfriend and her got in a wreck, and that he wanted her to move with him to California. I didn't say anything. It's not my place. I'm worried, but something tells me to just let it go.
That something also tells me that I'm still in love with her. But I'd never tell her that. That'd be insane. That'd be like dropping a nuclear bomb on the whole "rebuilding our relationship as a friendship" thing. But sometimes I gotta wonder if keeping her in the dark isn't the same thing as lying. Sometimes I wonder if I don't have ulterior motives for being her "friend." Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever make it through... heh, 1980s power ballad flashback. 
Besides, there're other fish in the sea, right?
Get over it, move on, etc. and so on and so forth. Love will find me. La de da.
She's the only person who ever truly loved me. Well, "love" in the romantic sense, not family love or what have you. Maybe I just don't quite buy that there's someone ELSE out there like her, who'd accept me and truly love me (great, this is starting to sound like it belongs in the Relationships -> Dating category). Anyway, before I start sounding like a Hallmark card, I'll close this article. Being part two, this is also the last part of "Contemplation of random suckitude" and thus there will not be a volume three.
Unless something really, really crappy happens.
Thanks to anyone who actually manages to get through this without losing their lunch.