The time has come and gone...and I find myself saying goodbye to moments upon moments, to things as they were and even things as they are. I do remember saying that "this will come to an end - everything does". This is true of her. I'm not feeling that queasy feeling in my stomach when I see her. I can fight that pull to make a connection. I don't often wonder what she thinks about from day to day. I rarely get that strange sensation that she's thinking about me.

So what's next? When does the rest of my life start?

Where will that magic pop up next?