So, last night I realized that I hadn't creepered on Hal's livejournal for several months, so I decided to read it... and halfway through the first entry, I realized that it wasn't even worth it to me anymore, that our lives with probably never intertwine, and that the only chance I ever have of seeing him again is if he's randomly in Piedmont Park when I finally get the chance to go there with Zach. But that doesn't really matter. What matters is that he was once a very important part of my life, but he now has very little significance, other than as a part of my past. And I'm perfectly ok with that.