tonight i was reminded about a story i heard the other day. a story about someone for whom i care very much, a story involving (minor) emotional hurt to them. i didn't comment much at the time, but all i could think was: we really blew it, didn't we?
and that just sucks. it sucks that 99.999% of the time, i would say i've moved on. life is SO much better than it was. but that .001% of the time, when i miss her? goddamn it bites.
ok i promise that's it.