I vowed I wouldn't let that happen when I moved away. I guess I've done alright. Comme ci, comme ca. Obviously, I had temporarily lost my grasp on that one girl, but I have been quick to get back on the right track. It seems as though she's always on the right track. One fine girl.

      There are even some people I actually talk to more now that I've moved--God bless Instant Messenger. Maybe we've all realized the difficulties involved in keeping up friendships. That's all there really is to the battle, realizing you have to fight it. The competition against time and distance is a relatively easy one to win, providing you stop your assailants from sliding in under your radar and taking hold before you've noticed.

      I'm starting to loose it, my revelation. It's fading already. I think I've lost some of it already, if not most. I look back at what I've written, and I remember it, but the feeling isn't always the same. It pokes through now and then, reminds me of how I once knew things to be, but it takes effort and time and luck to feel the same as I once did.

      I'm going to keep looking back at this paper, now and then, when things run dry again, like I'm sure they will, and I will try to remember. I will look out my window and try to remember what used to be so beautiful, and I will call that girl. I'll read back through old letters and listen to old songs, and try to remind myself of thoughts forgotten.

      It will hurt to remember, but it will be real, and I'll love it. I hope it makes me cry.

      For now, it's time to move on. There's a Tom Petty song that goes something like that, and it's brilliant.

      I'm going to log on to my Instant Messenger account now,