I don't know what there is to say. As time passes, the story changes. Maybe you remember some of the sweet things. Perhaps you are embarassed about the crazy things you did when you thought you were in love. But when you see that person and you realize that you are not bitter, that you feel a little regretful and shamefaced and feel stupid making small talk... You know it's going to be alright. And maybe all you want for him and for yourself is for each of you to move on and have seperate, whole lives. Because you never really were "just friends".
12:47 p.m. - Sunday, Jan. 11, 2004
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