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March 28, 2008
I rarely think about him. I guess, when I see “Margaritaville” or a pirate skull and bones.

I… don’t miss him that much. I miss him. But – well, I guess it just doesn’t hurt anymore. I still love him and wish him all the happiness and love he deserves. But now, it feels okay if it’s not me that gives it to him. We weren’t meant for each other. Maybe – in another life we were, but not this one.

I still love him. Thinking about him now, I know that.

I hope he’s happy.
He’s twenty five in four days.