cyberstalking the evil one doesn't give me the satisfaction I thought it would. I mean yes, on the surface it is hilarious, but on a deeper lever it just makes me sad. Part of me still misses him, still believes he could have been so much more than he is, believes we could have been something really special, something rare. I'm probably wrong, but what ifs have haunted me since the eighth grade and I have no cause to believe they'll stop now.