This will be a complete ramble of an entry simply because I cannot sleep, and there are just too many thoughts bouncing around in my head.
I know, I know...I should just stop thinking. But it's so hard!
It's not like what happened was a big deal. In retrospect, especially to about 99.99999% of the population, it was a small deal. A tiny, miniscule, unimportant detail. A speck of nothingness.
But to me, a girl who stays away from dating, especially in the casual sense, and who is waiting for an extraordinary guy to appear, it was a huge deal.
Falling for anyone is a big deal for me.
But falling as hard as I did in such a short time - colossal, massive, humongous deal.
I am proud to say, however, that I am getting over it. I am trying to forget, or at least not dwell upon, everything that happened.
Yes, I sometimes have to re-read a text message or two from him.
Yes, I sometimes have to write his name somewhere, only to furiously scratch it out two seconds later.
Yes, I sometimes have to bring his name up in my phone contacts, think about deleting it, but keep it there anyway.
And yes, I sometimes have to literally distract myself to stop thinking about him, but I'm getting so much better.
And the best part of this - the forgetting and the getting over it - is that I know for a fact that I am doing the right thing. I am completely sure of that.
It feels good to do something right.