I wanted to start this off with a very witty comment, but then, I am not as smart "Assy" as I use to be. Shall I wonder why you are taking the time to read my entries. It has only been what... 5 years, and around this time every year you always come back in contact with me. I am not really sue what you would like me to do about it. Is it routine to disappear for year, and then reappear at the beginning of each one. I thought after this time we were done. I do not remember how it ended, I am not even sure if I really care. But I do wonder how you always find your way back to my journal.

Is it the enticement of old memories? Is it nostalgia rearing its ugly head? I think of you sometimes. I think of myself then sometime also. It seems like a dream. Unreal. I spent years hinting at what has shaped my life so much but I still have never brought myself to actually say it. I do not think I will ever be able to. But, seeing your message does bring back those memories. Those long forgotten memories.

Entry after entry dedicated to my regret. Well, regret that I never even thought about until this moment. So thank you for bringing that to the surface.... (lol, so funny how I immediately associate you with that. old habits) I do remember that you and melancholy went hand and hand. Still at this moment, I cant bring myself to that.

But honestly, I remember you as a shadow of who you really are.

Hope all is well with you also.

But as you pointed out so eloquently, we will always be tied to each other. It is not necessarily a bad thing, as I may have implied, regret does not necessarily connect us. Nothing is ever forgotten, nor should it be. It is was it is.

Just another block in what I call past.

- Tricia