Thursday the 12th of July, 2007.
A year and a half is coming up. Two days from now.
I can't say that I'm where I wanted to be, because I had no idea where I wanted to be.
I'm not really happy with where I am, for various reasons.
Someone said this about love lost: it's not that you can't live without them. It's that living without them isn't as good. There's all this shared life: beauty, pleasure, comfort, affection, support, joy, pain, sacrifice, even fights and frustrations, that made everything better.
I see this when I'm with my friends. I'm the first among us to lose our life-partner. I sincerely hope it doesn't become a fad.
Things are better. But they're not. There's a quantum emotional state for you to ponder.