I

talked to Chris last night. I'm keeping his clothes, but now I feel like he needs something to remind him of me. I feel very dramatic with him, but I'm still going to wait until it all ends. He said I wouldn't be waiting for nothing.

Right now, I'm washing his clothes so I can wear them again. But you know what sucks? As much as I want to remember July fourth 2010, it's not going to hold on to me, it's going to stay in it's place for the rest of eternity and I'm moving on, walking away involuntary. I don't want that memory to fade away.

But you know what's good? No one will ever have that memory but me and Chris.


July fourth, 2013, will he think of me?
Holy shit, that's three years later.

This all seems unreal.