And We're Walking, We're Walking and...

...I might be "moving right along" but the damned scenery still reminds me of you at most every turn.

Even that hot guy...yeah, I went out with him.  But regardless of the fact that he looked a hell of a lot like Marky Mark (and you know I'm a fan of Mr. Wahlberg), all I could think about the entire date was you. And how dude would have probably needed the entire Funky Bunch to back him up enough to make me laugh and carry on even half the conversation you and I used to have.

I miss that.  I won't settle for anything less than that.

And those walls I used to give you grief about.  I learned a thing or two about construction from you.  Someone is going to need one hell of a wrecking ball.  I mean...I turned down another date with Marky Mark for heaven's sake.  Seriously.

It seems at this point, time is going to be both a friend and an enemy.  The more that passes, the less it hurts and the easier it is to walk among the scenery, think about you and smile.  However, the more that passes, the easier it is to get comfortable behind the walls, and fortify them.  I can't stop walking, though, can I?

Moving Right Along...

It's been a good week.  I made myself a promise last week.  Every time I think about you. Every time I want to text you...I write something instead.  Maybe a poem, maybe a few lines in the notebook I keep in my purse, or just a one liner.  Maybe even a chapter in my book.  Anything to divert me from texting you, and I did so in hopes it would help me stop thinking about you, too. Though I've come to understand that only time will stop that...or maybe that really hot guy who asked me out on Friday.  Okay...time.  It'll be time. But the hot guy has the potential to be a decent distraction at moments. Just sayin'...

I did realized some things by making myself adhere to the little "writing exercise" though.  I'm getting over it.  Over you.  Slowly.  But I can see the change.  I can talk about you and our relationship now without getting that distant, wistful undertone in my words. Wicked step-mommy pointed it out yesterday.  BFF made mention the day before.  So...proves it isn't just my imagination.

Doesn't mean I don't miss you.  I still do.

But I'm getting to a point that I miss what I thought we had too.  And I really want that...with someone. So...here I go.  Walking toward new doors to open.  Moving right along.