I can still feel the breeze that rustles through the trees, and the misty memories of days gone by...

Weather: Caused a migraine, cant be good can it?
Song playing: Al Green's How Can You Mend A Broken Heart
Cigarettes: 8 and counting
Disposition: Drained

My migraine is killing me, no amount of coffee nor aspirin can ease the throbbing pain. I should be sleeping, except that i cant. I committed a dastardly deed last night, called up an ex and hung up at the third ring. It all happened earlier this week, was with a friend when he pointed to a standing figure a distance away whom remotely resembled a certain someone. Isnt that J? It wasnt. I heaved a sigh of relief under my breath. I wasnt ready. 3 years had passed and still i wasnt the financially independent, intellectual, sexy woman with substance and inner poise like i said i want to become when we parted ways. I couldn't shake him off my mind and decided to look his name up on the yellow pages. So he is married, at least one of us did. I was reminded of the heartache from the days gone by. Felt a tiny twinge where the wound once ran deep. It is time to draw the full stop, like they say, time wounds, all heals. Someday perhaps, when i become the woman i always wanted to be, i would tap on his shoulder and say hello. Then again, maybe i wont.