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Usually, when I'm tired and still wanna be up on the computer, I stalk people (Normal Bob, a sweetie, whatever), but today I spent an hour looking at my journal entries from a period when I was falling in love and breaking up at the same time. Wow. Rough/beautiful time. And as much as it can make me sad to think about the breakup, where I am now is so so so so much happier than where I was then that I ended up just crying from joy. I also have a little bit of NRE-like stuff going on at the moment as a result of reading about those weeks. Not a bad way to fall asleep. 'Night, folks.

[I will always love her. I will always wish I'd been able to be enough for her, or her for me. But I'm not sad any more about not being with her. I think it's better this way, for both of us.]