"I miss you. Do you miss me?" - Shoegal

Sometimes simplicity is so much better then the bullshit surrounding what is appropriate. I don't know why, but that e-mail that Carrie typed up in Sex and the City really just sums up everything she wanted to say and know, without the hoopla of pleasantries.

I've felt like saying that often, especially lately as everything seems to be bringing back the memories. Although I'd hate to hear the response, which of course would be filled with pleasantries and side-stepping politics, but never answering the question of "Is the love really gone?"

Of course, I had the dream last night, I hate that dream. I find it odd though that my behavior in it gets worse and worse as this last time I was reduced to wailing in the fetal position. Nightmares suck.