We go way back almost a decade. And now that she’s leaving, I feel like I have fallen into the trap of attachment. She was not my girlfriend, never was and never will be. I don’t mean to be too attached. But the connection we had felt like something truly special. It was this deep sacred feeling that cannot be replicated or reproduced. It can’t be explained. Although I respect her decision to leave the beautiful Pacific Northwest, I know I’ll miss her forever. I never got to ask why she’s taking off, but I know it had certainly nothing to do with me. It’s this lousy housing crunch. The atrocities of housing here is driving everybody out. It sure won’t be the same without her. I wonder if I’m blowing this out of proportion? Wish I could stop crying, but I cant.