Her

Listening to Exeter. Reminds me of her. I listened to this album a lot around this time last year, so my memories with it and the nostalgia is brings is deeply connected to her. Oh, how things change. And the worst part is I'll never know why she decided to leave when nothing was wrong. I have my own ideas, but I'd rather not believe them. Even though my intuition never fails me. I'd rather pretend not to know and hope one day I forget. It's a very complicated issue. For her though, I guess, it's meaningless. Although that's not the sentiment she would express when we were close. 

I wish I could take back the part of me I let her see. 

I know my mistake was probably being too happy.  

I'll end this here. I ramble enough about this already in my real journal. But I think posting in this manner gives me a different way of expressing myself.