I wrote this after pseudo-talking about it with her, because I had a lot of trouble expressing myself. I hope she doesn't mind too much reading it like this... It seemed necessary at the time, and I think it's still necessary. I still hide my feelings too much, and I need to realize that just because I don't feel a certain way continually doesn't invalidate my previous feelings.

Don't let my rambling worry you. by the way. I'm sure you'll do wonderfully, in a somewhat different way than I did.

And I didn't feel or try to make this sound cynical, by the way. Then, it was more disillusioned. Now, it's more awaré, the beauty of something passing.