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Ever fallen in love with someone? Someone that you loved with all your heart and all that love just wasn’t good enough to hold it together? It’s a terrible thing to go through. Terrible, but necessary.

You try and recover after it ends. It’s the drive sometimes that forces you to find someone else to talk to, occupy your time, curb the loneliness. Sure it might be fun in the middle of the moment and, what the hell, maybe a little cathartic for some of us. But that’s not enough sometimes. Sometimes you’re left to ponder after the fact. Sometimes things can get pretty depressing afterwards. And then you try and move on.

The new semester has started. I’m a Junior, and so is she. I’m in the School of the Arts at VCU, and so is she. I haven’t talked to her. I wouldn’t know what to say anyway. So for the time being, I won’t. This is the time for reinvention. I’m going to cut my hair, get in shape, and draw in my sketchbook whenever I can. It’s gotta be better than wallowing in self pity. I can’t predict the future. I can’t lie to myself and say that I’ll never try to see her again. I can’t say that I’ll completely shut her out either. I can’t say that I won’t miss her from time to time. I can say that I’m going to try to be a better person though.

And now for something happy and cheerful and completely unrelated.



Mr. MoonGoat