Today i did what i thought i wouldnt be able to, and you know what.. i survived. I visited him in prison. Staring into his baby blue eyes i watched how he talked, how he moved, the way he acted, and i relized something. When i was with him, i loved him, but now that there has been time with us being apart, i know im pretty much over him. Whatever was there before between us faded, and although there is a slight attraction, its no where near strong enough to act on. Its no where near strong enough to continue to guilt me. The truth of the matter is that he no longer gives me those butterflies. When i think about anthor body ontop of mine, its not his. When our skini touched, i didnt feel like that g iddy little school girlwith her first crush anymore. Its gone. Now when i look back at the things ive done with him, good or bad, it sparks no lust or cravinig to have it becomme real again. i just accept the memories for what they are.. memories.