Must stop sending SMS's to Jon. And thinking about him. And talking about him. And even dreaming about him, for god's sake. Must accept the fact that it's over. Despite the way every bone in my body tells me that this is wrong. It's right for him, it seems. Somewhere deep in my subconscious, I am actually still thinking of him as being "mine" - he's just... "gone away for a while". It's like what parents tell small children when a pet dies. Gone to a better place. In other words, it's stupid and I have to stop it.