its strange...in a...slightly familiar kind of way...to wind up having a text conversation with the ex before the last ex...yannow?
in a way its kind of cool he's showing interest in his daughter...and sure i have no high hopes or even any expectations when it comes to him and her...not anymore...but if he wants to hear about her...well then i'll tell him...
its the strange way we segue into almost normal conversation...which makes a part of me...miss my friend...one of my best friends...and it makes me wonder if only for a split second...what would have happened if we hadnt fucked it all up...but then i lookit my daughter...and i look into her eyes...and i see his eyes...and yannow...i adore her...so i'd be forced to say i wouldnt change it for the world...but still...i wonder
so i suppose im suffering from a moment of 'what if'
or something...back to Lost for me
