Like a ton of bricks.

It's almost funny in a way really.
I just went back and read some of my early entries. The entries 'Fading away', 'Africa', and 'Words left unspoken' inpiticular (I know I probably spelt that incorrectly).
It's funny that I was so unsure if the feelings that I was feeling we're real or not, however when I reread after many months, I come to the realization that they were. They are. They are real. Because even moths after the fact, I realize I still feel most of the same feelings. Yes, the Africa feelings aren't as intense, things with Sam are much different now (I'll explain later), but the basic feelings are still present.
I guess I wasn't as crazy as I thought.

Much love,

Jane Doe.