January 12, 2004.

missing you.

they say i am getting attached, maybe they are right, but what is it exactly, that i am getting attached to?

i try not to miss you. i try to have memories instead. good memories - because most of them are. but sometimes i can't help myself.

all the time that we have spent together has not been perfect. more often than once i have even wished that perhaps you weren't there.

but the perfect times have been perfect.

these are the times that i miss. the things that i am attached to.

i never meant to, but i will miss you when you are gone.

it will hurt me more than i wanted to let it.

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