We let our fingers talk.

We let our fingers talk. - Jennifer

It's true. We do let our fingers talk. Our fingers are the connection to our hearts. In this entry, I'm going to let my fingers translate whats in my heart at this moment.

"I want to see you." He says.

He? You ask. Yes, the infamous He I spoke of every now and then. The infamous He I thought about everyday. The infamous He I tried to get out of my head for the last 2 and a half months.

Here I thought I was making progress.

He's moving away. I can't say I'm shocked, or suprised, or anything really. Except...nope, there are no words.

I almost cried, but didn't. I almost accepted his proposition, but didn't.

I know me. I know what I want to do. I know I'm a hopeless romantic. I know I love sappy movies. This is my very own sappy movie. Anyone every seen Sweet November? At the end, it just rips your heart out? That's what this is. But of course, I'm not dying. Literally anyway.

I had a whole other entry saved that I wrote last night that I planned on posting today. Due to the unexpected turn of events, I will not post it. That's no longer on my mind.

I could go into detail about our never-a-dull-moment type of relationship, but I can't. I cannot bring myself to delve up the past and move on.

Leave me some support. Leave me some lovin'.

'Tis all for now.