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I heard from a friend the day before yesterday. not really my friend per say. She's someone who is more involved with sarah_chantal's life than mine. nevertheless she sent me a text message 2 days ago. i wasn't expecting it. we hadn't spoken since just before Sarah and I broke up. We were more friends through Sarah really. regardless it was rather refreshing hearing from her. I have a great deal of respect and personal liking for her (and had for as long as i've known her until now). her text said, "Hi Jordan. I just wanted you to know that I think I understand why you & Sarah broke up, & I respect it.". She's the only one of my friends (save the Niff's) or family (save my grandfather) who has told me that. most of my friends and family fall into one of two categories; either they couldn't care less (can't blame them) or they resent me for that decision. pain, blah blah blah, emotions, blah blah blah, it blessed my socks off to get that. it was a delightful refresher to, as dj_jonny_flash suggests, not think about things backwards.

it's adventuresome

two days before new year's eve icthys_1 said, "i'm glad 2007 is over. the challenges were hard, but they could have been worse. I'm ready for a new year" i couldn't have put it better myself. So much happened in the last year. i was at UNM. i got accepted to Torrey, I moved to California, and now i'm back at UNM. I couldn't ask for a better girl. we had our "christmas" a year ago today. i was stranded in texas. i came home to two feet of snow. i shovled the drive way and then made my way to pick her up. i remember it very well. we had our first kiss on february 18th. we went to El Salvador together. i kissed her goodbye as i got on that plane august 13th. and on November 4th i let it all go. i know i'm not being melo-dramatic when i say that it broke my heart. it still hurts all the time. i saw her for the first time since i left on December 15th. 4 months apart. whew. 2007 had many challenges, and has left me a little exhausted. i hope 2008's challenges are . . . well . . . i don't really know what i hope them to be.