Earlier this year, I started up a relationship with a delightful girl that really kind of made spring and summer happen. We did bunches of road trips and rode tons of coasters and it was probably about the best six months I've had in long time and then it was over. Close friends know all the nuances of the overness and I don't want to lay it all out here on the internet, anyway. But let it suffice for me to say that neither of us really wanted it to be over, but I knew that it was. It's been a pretty rich few weeks for me since then, processing all the feelings and trying to understand. It's a process that has brought me a little closer to God and a little closer to some friends. I still have no regrets about anything.

As much as I want to remain friends with her, I completely understand that it probably won't happen, not any time soon anyway. In some ways I miss her and in some ways it seems like it was all kind of a dream. She's on with her life and I'm on with mine. I can't help but think our paths will cross again and I wonder what that will be like.

I can't believe I just talked about "paths" like that. I'm going to go throw up right now.