Looking Up The Past
I looked up Eric on My Space tonight. I'm not sure if that was a good or bad idea. It makes me miss him him. And then it makes me mad at him that I haven't heard from him at all since June. I know I should actually call him since he's never online and me never calling was one of his beefs. But then again, I always used to call him at the wrong time. I don't want to go back out with him, but I also don't want to completely lose him forever. Losing him twice was too much. I'm not sure I could handle a third time. I don't know why I torture myself by not wanting to let go of those I used to love and in some way still do. I guess the people who touch our hearts never fully leave them no matter where they go or what they become to us. Oh, god, I better stop writing before I start crying. but I have a feeling tonight is going to be a night where my dreams involve Eric in some way. Those dreams creep up on me and sometimes actually reflect reality.
Plus the fact that I'm reading The Last Unicorn doesn't help either. Maybe on some level I'm just not as over Eric as I think I am. I mean it's been two years. You'd think I'd be past this stage by now.
Plus the fact that I'm reading The Last Unicorn doesn't help either. Maybe on some level I'm just not as over Eric as I think I am. I mean it's been two years. You'd think I'd be past this stage by now.