So...I can't go into the in depth story (Unless you ask me to tell you about it at a later time), but basically, my ex (Who I still care about, though not as romantically as he would like...I just consider him a friend now) has decided to block me entirely from talking to him. MySpace, Facebook, AIM and phone...I'm blocked.

And for some reason, it took until that decision, that last IM message that had such cruel words, for me to actually think "Wow...he's really gone for good"...and as platonically as I can put this, I miss him.

I'll miss having him to talk to...I guess it'll probably bug me that I won't know how things are going with him in California, but he claims that he needs to sever all ties with me to move on, so I guess that's for the best, right?

So how come I feel like such a villian? Why do I feel like a small part of me just died. I mean, I know I still cared about the kid enough to call it platonic love, but why do I feel THIS bad about it?

I'm not melancholy over it...just kind of bothered. Weird.