I still think about him. I mean, on the one hand: Duh. He left a week ago. Of Course I still think about it. On the other hand: Hello! He left! He hasn't called! If he wanted to be with you he would be!

Now is the time to cut the ties, to let this one go, time to move on and make a life with yourself and without Him. And yet... I still keep coming back to it. I guess when I know for sure I'm not pregnant, I'll move right on. Except I'll still spend notes and expect to get one back or to hear from him or something.

I think it was the last time we had sex, he said aftwards "That was wonderful." It was. It was every time. I am much more prepared to let go of him than nearly any other man I've dated, and yet... he was the closest to best for me, right? But again, watch the movie til its over!

And it ain't over yet, and that's the weird thing.


In other news: I have cleaned the bedroom, kitchen, and much of the living room. Actually, the living room is probably less clean, but that's hard because there still so much Work to be done. I still haven't been inspired by the next Project. Joining a charter school board, or learning to play golf. I need to find a Project that's Fun. That might be harder than I think.