Why...

Why do I miss him? I shouldn't. I shouldn't care, either. I barely know him. Perhaps it's because I saw his heart and wanted to know him. Maybe there was something there that I thought meant something. Something important. Something real. But it no longer matters, and yet I can't seem to keep him off my mind. Vegas...Vegas was fun, but again, I thought about him more than I rationally should have. And then berated myself for it.

It's a good thing nobody reads this. It makes me sound more pathetic than I really am, or ever thought I could be.

Maybe I really am that pathetic....maybe that's the reason.