Three Years

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.