Right now, I'm forth.
I am a fool.
A foolish fool.
A wise man once said(and i'm not sure who it was):
"When you dig up the past, all you get is dirty."
And its true, no matter how you want to interpret it.
I don't know what it meant to you, but it was loneliness on my part.
It was being single, not knowing how to "deal with it," and remembering that I had something somewhere back there. So, instead of moving forward like normal people, I had to do what I'm probably famous for by now and dabble in the past. It was just silly and foolish.
I'm still a friend(I promise), its just that from now on I need to "...take one hill at a time. Give it my all, and worry about the next hill when it comes up..." and not go on archaeological expeditions trying to find fossilized emotions.
I've never really done that before.
And, if you really know me, you know that's true.