confession.

i have a confession to make.

if you are looking for a sign. yes, you.
if you're looking for it...then this is it.

there is a part of me that misses you dearly. it is a very, very small part. but, it's there.

and no matter how much i vilify you and paint you out to be a jerk/asshole/dick,
it's been almost 5 months, and i guess, it's natural, in a human way, to miss someone.
and i'd be lying if i said i didn't.

but then again, it really is just no more than a passing feeling. i think about you sometimes and i remember you, and your smile and your smell and the way we used to be so comfortable around each other, and it makes me cry...well not sob and weep but just you know, tear.

it's true. i do miss you. i don't love you, but i miss you.
and yet, i try not to think about whether you feel the same.

and then as quickly as it comes, it goes.
and i am me once more.