My 300+ days of her

I am definitely over her. Moved on. No hard feelings at all, but I can't understand how everything happened so fast, so out of the natural cosmic order of "boy-meets-girl". I didn't get the chance to make my typical mistakes to be yelled at or to be frowned upon. I didn't get the chance to know if I was slightly wanted, ever, at all, loved? Not even close. My hands, my arms, never got the chance to be surprised by her hand when she would reach out, out of a sudden loneliness or a simple crave for me; you know, one of those rare moments that you never expect them, but when they happen, they make you feel good.

500 Summer Days triggered all this. I felt like Tom through out the film. Like he said I didn't care about the boy friend label, or being defined in the relationship; I was just looking for consistency of a sort.

It was a strange journey but a totally good one. Thank you for the ride. :*