Its hard being in love with someone, them being in love with you. But both going your seperate ways. And trying to be okay with it. I realised tonight that i haven't even cried about it yet. So I did. I spent three hours crying, eating licorice, and watching City of Angels. And now I am going to be okay. I'm going to move on, I'm going to remember him, but I'm not going to let it rule my life. I'm going to talk to Sam. Because I want to be with him. With certain stipulations. If he stops me sleeping with other girls then I won't do it. I feel liberated. But I'm still in love with you, darling.