Chicago, Dude

Time heals all wounds. At least that’s the rumor.

So, my time begins. I’m not exactly sure how easy this going to be. Actually, I know that it’s not going to be easy at all. I know I will pace back and forth with my phone in my hand thinking of something worth texting knowing there is nothing worth texting.

I’ll check my e-mail twenty times a day, hoping she doesn’t e-mail. Or worse, hoping that she does.

I will write countless unsent e-mails and it will take everything in me not to send.

Question is will I be able to stop talking about her?

Will I be able to stop thinking about her?

Will I ever not be in love with her?

Only time will tell.

There it is again.

Time.

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