A year ago, it was three and a half years. I never would have guessed in a billion years that it'd be another year, making it four and a half. Thats most of high school, and the entire first year of college. How can someone who I havent seen in nearly 8 months, and havent talked to in just about as much time still mean so much? I've asked to understand why, and at times I've asked to get over you.  I might never understand why its happened this way, but one day I hope I'm granted the strength to move on or the happiness of knowing that you love me.