2004-11-27 O 10:06 p.m.

It seems like every time I think I'm taking a step forward, it turns out I'm facing the wrong direction. With you, I don't really know which way is the right way. It was weird the other night. Uncomfortable. I hate that we hardly talk, but I'm not so sure that I miss being so close to you. I like being able to get away. I don't want you to think that I'm interested again. Because that, I am positive, is the wrong direction.
There's a possibility our paths could cross down the road. And I don't think that would be such a bad thing. We, of all people, deserve a second chance. There wasn't enough time to determine anything. It was there. Then it was gone. If a second chance comes around, I may just take it.