You know, I’m not going to lie for this instant. I still think about her, about how she’s doing. How she seems happy, and maybe she is. And that’s good. I never wanted to accept the fact that she was happy before, only because I wasn’t in the picture. Which jealousy had torn. But that’s passed, and we moved. Even so had it been so tragic, but man. She’s the only girl I keep thinking about, so much over random periods of time. I could close my eyes and I’d see her, but I’d always disregard the fact. Turn of the TV, and you’d hear her speak. I am not longer drowning myself over her, it’s been almost a year now. Or maybe it has I can’t even keep track of time. I just keep track of how many times I fuck up. But that’s timeless isn’t it. 

But as I said. I’m not torn over her anymore, nor am as crazy as I did. But, the fact that she never really goes away. I can’t really help that, now can I. And I don’t think I ever can. She’s always there, man. Always there.