2003-04-07 - 2:35 p.m.

I miss you. You make no sense. I shouldn't read your page. I know that. I just can't help it. I wish you understood me as well as you seem to understand the girl in your entry. I just wish you were sitting right here next to me. hugging me. But you know what. I knew it was over when, you'd stay for a blow job and not sex. That's when I knew you were done with me. It was a sobering relization that the man who promised me the world and then some, was going to take it away. What would have happened if I had said yes the last time you asked me to marry you.

I would have ended up like rochelle, I think somewhere in the back of my head I knew that. I know your not ready for anything that entails being yourself your true self with someone all the time. I wonder though do I ever cross your mind. Do you ever think about my quirks? I think about yours. I need to stop writing this before, i start to cry. I miss you Mike, I just wish you could remember all the good.

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