In some moderation

I don't think it's possible for one to be so infatuated with someone, but I see myself slowing slipping, giving in and all those walls I've put are turning into dust. I haven't written on here for awhile and I miss it some. I got a tumblr now too, but don't worry I haven't betrayed you completely... i like you more. It's funny how people lose themselves in front of material things, in front of screens and keyboards. It makes me sad though. I'm back from Ecuador, school started. The trip made me think a lot. The days seemed longer there, maybe it was just me. The telly would end at midnight, can you believe that? The floor was cold always and made noises of old wood when I'd walk. There is so much space over there, I felt like I was in Ireland. I don't know if id return, i used to love it as a kid, i don't know if i feel the same way. One thing is certain, I've proven that old proverb to be true, distance makes the heart grow fonder. I love Patric, I'm getting older and it is now that realize how much that statement posses. I feel great.