Yes, the knot in the pit of my stomach is because I can't get you out of my head. I was doing so well, too. Okay, maybe that's a lie. But it's a well-meaning lie. It's just something I tell myself, so that I feel less...idiotic. Because I miss you. And I can't seem to not miss you. It's like my heart's got a mind of its own. And my heart? Is just a wee bit crazy. Yeah, I know--the attic called, and it's missing...well, you know the rest of the joke.

So, what do I do? Is there anything I can do? I mean, short of getting drunk, running there and back again li like Forest Gump, or having some kind of lobotomy? Hell, in Someone Like You, the main character wanted to have a part of her brain removed, because her sense of smell kept triggering her memories of the guy who broke her heart. Do you think that's possible? Sure, I'd miss the smell of summer, of rain, of freshly baked cookies...but I'd get over it. Right? You know, considering my current track record, maybe not.