I was bored today and was looking at random myspace pages, and I came across his and hers. Gosh, I'd forgotten how it made me feel to see him, and pictures are so much the same. I miss him so much. I miss being able to complain to him...okay, that came out wrong. I miss being able to talk to him, tell him everything that's going on in my life. I miss him telling me he loves me. I miss being able to be there for him when things went wrong. He used to say that if it weren't for all the other stuff going on in his life, he'd change and go on a mission so that when he got home he could marry me. I think I'd always kind of known that it would never happen...but that doesn't mean it doesn't still hurt. Its been since November since I've talked to him; that's six months. I drove past him once, and when he recognized me, his face looked so strange--a combination of surprise, longing, and sadness. Seeing his picture hurt somewhere that I'd forgotten could hurt... I miss him.