Three years and two weeks and I still think about her every day, I still feel her lack of presence like a phantom limb, and I'm still a retarded goof ball in love. It'll be interesting to see how long this keeps up. In other news, I completely forgot about the Jazz Fest this weekend. That sure was a fun time at the Jazz Fest back in 2009, when we she and I and my sister and John all went together. That was fun. I miss her. Really a bunch. A whole lot... dang. Awww man, I just realized I might be stuck with these feelings for the rest of my life.