the epilogue:


These are my diaries, my way of getting over the distance that had started as an slow emotional separation to a full blown physical one between you and I. I vowed that I would never forget you, and I don't know about you, but I intend on keeping that promise. Although this is probably not a good idea (not to mention it seems obsessive and bizarre), I am going to write until I am all written out. Maybe I will show it to you one day when I am ready. Maybe.


This is our story.
July 5

i love him…

i can feel the “love” part of this fade to past tense as i write this; i can’t recall ever feeling this strongly about him.

fast forward to december of 2008. i’d tried to slowly let my feelings for you slide, but i couldn’t. i texted you to meet me because i wanted to tell you i had liked you. i saw you at the tree in front of my dorm, in the middle of my quad, and when i saw you, i almost died, the thud in my heart from seeing you sooner than i thought cripplingly strong. as i opened my mouth to speak, you took the words out of me. “you’re gonna tell me that you liked me but that you stopped cause you thought i didn’t feel the same but that’s not true because i did, i really did, blah blah blah” but as always, your words never led to anything. nothing.