Guess who's back.

All the while, I kind of hoped that when she came back from the boat ride, she'd come back to me. The rational side of me said that wasn't going to happen, but my heart kept the mood in check by believing it. Still they fought for complete dominance. I knew deep inside there was nothing I could do, I knew that being good wasn't going to bring her back. I know that's not the reason. All I know is that's why I have to keep moving. It's just hard to face reality sometimes, but I have to look at it, straight in the eye. It has to be done.

It's funny, I had that hope, that Hollywood hope. You know, that type that tells you that everything is going to turn out like in the movies. She goes off on her own, finds something, then comes back to you after discovering that you weren't in shambles and realizing that she'd made a big mistake... dun, dun, DUUUUN!

But that's not going to happen, this is life, it's now, it hurts, and there's nothing I can do to change the past.

Quite honestly, I wish she was still with me. Quite honestly I know I am a fool for still believing in magic, quite honestly I don't give a damn. I just have to keep looking forward.

It sucks.