Love

So I met my ex boyfriend last night. It was cool, and in one way relieving. I was scared that perhaps I could have had feeling still, but forgotten. This proved me wrong. I still love the man, of course, but I am not in love. The only thing I could be in love with in this case is the memories of something that doesn't exist anymore, and that's like my love to Heath Ledger, who is dead. By meaning; will never happen.

The only person I am in love with is myself. And I am pretty good with that for now.

Cheers. It's a sunny day in Hollywood, I'm going home to get my running shoes!