Obviously.

Dark circles seem to be a permanent fixture on my face now.

I had a dream about C. last night. I dreamt that he came for me, as he once promised me he would. Silly, foolish girl. He's much too busy, and much too far away for that. I know this. Maybe in a year, when I move closer to him by necessity. But my new front yard seems to be a nice backdrop. Hm. I never thought I'd be dreaming about him. But it was nice. I wonder if I'll dream about him again. There's something to be said about seeing him, if only in my head.

It's amazing how I've only just recently realized that I'm a garrulous writer, so I wonder how many posts I will be putting up. Quite a few, I'm sure. Where else will I talk? C. is too busy for me. I think I have attachment issues. But that's okay, it's not stalker-like attachment. God knows I've experienced it myself, so I wouldn't want to wish that on someone else, much less at my own hands. *shudder* I think for me it's just a wistful, wishful attachment. "What could be" or some such line. I wonder, and I think, too often to focus. Oh well.