Postsecret

I love the postsecret website. Every once in a while I will read someone else's secret and realize that I am not so different from others. I don't write him letters, but I have long conversations with him in my head. Sometimes I wish that I could stop thinking of him. That I could go at least a day without remembering something - good or bad. One day without feeling the bitter sting of rejection. One day without wondering if he ever meant any of the words of love and care that he spoke. I just know that if I could get one day, then I could get a week, then a month and then he would finally just be the past.