So nearly a month has passed since my last entry. Not a whole lot has changed. I am still having one of the worst summers of my life, bored to death and lonely as crap. I still miss him---as always---but I rarely talk to him anymore. I am lucky if I get a text from him within the space of two weeks. Luckily and yet unluckily at the same time, I have not had to see him but two times this summer. Both times broke my heart in their own different ways. I say luckily because it has helped me to not always have him on the forefront of my mind (although I can't stop him from visiting my dreams or vanishing from my mind altogether; he always seems to lurk around the edges or the back of my brain and I just can't shake him out); I say unluckily because it hurts so incredibly much to remember how close we used to be and seeing where we are now--so distant, I hardly know anything about his life or what he is up to these days. A song that comes to mind concerning this situation is Keane's "We Might As Well Be Strangers." That is exactly what it's like now. We used to be lovers but now, nothing more than strangers. He doesn't give a damn about me anymore and I can't get over how much that hurts. He used to promise he'd love me forever. Stupid me, for not realizing forever wouldn't last more than two emotional, heart-wrenching years.
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