Okay.
This is getting foolish and silly. I still think about her, and I know she still thinks about me, only I cant say for certain in what way. I do know she reads this blog. I am 100 percent certain. Yet, despite my pathetic pleas for some kind of conversation, some kind of contact, she wont respond.

I have been thinking about her a lot still which I thought was going to go away, but for some odd reason, it wont.

Look, this is directed at you. Yes, you. YOu know who you are. You check this blog almost daily. Almost always at the same time even. You come here to see what I have to say about you or about my silly life or about something. You want to know. I want to tell you. My life has improved in so many ways, and if you would take the time to listen, I could tell you. But you are strong willed, stubborn and indignant. I wish I could sit down with you and tell you why things happened the way they did. If you would let me, I would be honest and open with you. I could let you in.

I spent the day waling along the beach today, unaware until i paid close attention that if i look across the bay, i can see things from the opposite perspective of the way i was looking at them before i moved to this part. i can see the park we walked along when we were first here. god, i would love to tell you how my life has changed in so many ways. i still wish that we could be sharing this adventure, and while i know that the reason why we cant rests squarely with me, if you would take the time to get to know the real me, the person i am and not the person i became in the last year, you would understand a lot.

im begging you. talk to me. under safe and legal circumstances. my only hope and desire is to talk to you. im not bitter, angry or frustrated. i miss you. still.

if you wont talk to me or communicate with me, will you please stop coming here? its a free country and you can do what you please, but it kills me to know that i am still on your mind in some way, but you wont tell me how or why.

please. i