It was one thing, after all, to know his feelings for Amanda hadn't changed; it was another thing entirely to face the future with the certainty that they never would.

I wish we didn't live so far apart... You're kind of addicting.

Who am I? And how, I wonder, will this story end?

Now it was coming to an end, and it was like he was watching the last flicker of light wink out in the darkness of an endless tunnel.

If conversation was the lyrics, laughter was the music, making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over and over without getting stale.

It might seem as the hardest thing to do, but you have to forget the guy who forgot about you.

Because in the end, and no matter how hard it is, acceptance helps people move on with the rest of their lives.