Lost Love

I feel a burning urge to write this post even though it might go against my better judgment. You see, I might have recently made the worst decision of my life concerning a very special someone. And now, I fear there may be no going back. My relationship with the love of my life started last year while I was still in Utah. It started as being just an acquaintance but soon I was seeing my love almost everyday. I couldn't get enough of her. When I wasn't with her, I was thinking of her. When I was with her, I was the happiest man on earth. When I moved to Louisiana, I lost contact. The time between correspondence grew longer and longer and I began to forget the good times we'd had together. A couple of weeks ago, I decided to find out just what my love meant to me. So I commenced a fast of sorts where I cut off all contact for a month or two. During this time, I have come to the realization of the horrible thing I've done. It's been said that you can't realize how much you care about someone till they're gone. Now I completely understand. You may be wondering who this person is. Well, it's not exactly a person. It's a fast food restaurant...Wendy's. For lent, I gave up going out to eat. It's been difficult, but I promise to make it up to Wendy's after 40 days. Maybe I'll go on a streak where I eat at Wendy's every day for the 40 days after lent is over.