I miss Tim, i really miss him. Usually i can not think about him and the pain goes away, but then in those times when i'm really bored my mind keeps drifting to all the amazing times we had, and then it goes to all the stupid shit i did, and all the stupid shit he did. I had this dream about him last night and we were fighting more than we'd ever fought. It started getting physical and i was hitting and kicking him and we both fell to the floor, and i was so mad i was just yelling at him for ruining everything. And then suddenly, like mid-punch, he just turned and kissed me, and i kissed him back and it turned into this really intense amazing hard core making out that lasted for a really long time. The next day he came to some store that i was working at to deliver something or another and we both acted like nothing had happened. He came back a few times to deliver stuff and the last time he said "hey lina, call me later ok?" and i was like i dont have your number i erased it. So he gave it to me again and left. I was really mad that he would ask me to call him instead of him just calling me, and at first i refused to, but i just wanted to see him so bad that i did call him, i asked him to pick me up and he did, and that was the end of it. i guess it's not such a tragedy that our frendship is over. I mean it clearly didn't mean enough to him to actually call me and work it out, so why should i give a fuck? whatever. i really don't need him.