I really should go through my computer and clean out all these pictures. But they’re memories. I just can’t bring myself to do it. This one was taken by a Miss Dianna Marie Coleman. It’s one of her favorites. Mine too. Do I miss it? Yes. Him? Not so much. I miss love. I miss it so fucking much. It seems that lately more and more things remind me of the good times. Of the boy I fell in love with. It sucks. A lot. And yeah sure I have Rice and he’s fun and affectionate. But it’s really not the same. I keep thinking about James and if he’s happy with his life. Must be. It was for the best I guess. And we’re still so young. Good things happen to those who wait and I like to think that I’m a very patient girl.

Cheers to a better and bright future James.