FINALLY!! It's about damn time.

It doesn't hurt to look at you as much anymore.  I see the scar over your left eye and I don't cringe.  Yes.  There is still that little twinge of guilt.  I think there always will be.  We both walked away from this with our own scars I guess, huh?  Funny how I thought that you were the be-all end-all, the quintessential element that would keep the earth turning.  I remember staying up for hours, sleep deprived, talking to you.  Those awkward days that were riddled with distance and frustrating phone calls due to some great divide....I think we both lived out our time with each other rather passionately.  For one time in my life I spent hours hyphenating and modifying my name with different styles of cursive.  Now, I look at that and feel kind of silly.