i look at my hand but all i see a shell of thin flesh around nothing.
Walking home, i saw some flowers that looked just like the "rawk" hand symbol, \m/. They were pretty cool, and i gave them a brother-in-arms salute.
As i left she asked for a hug, but i couldn't do it. i wonder if that will be our final meeting, if we'll ever meet again. it seems a weird note to end on, though in truth, the worst bit is that it took so long for it to happen.
"i always think of you" she said, and i wanted to but didn't say "i'm trying to forget you".
the planned relocation is only partly due wanting to run away, its also something i've been meaning to do for some time, but the breakup helps defeat my inertia.
a wise man once told me "it only hurts if you hold on". this applies to water skiing as well as relationships. i'm trying to break the grip, but something is snagged. i've started making lists of the things i dislike about her, but it seems to make it worse.
as i left, she blew me a kiss, exquisite torture, to be loved but not wanted by an old girlfriend.