Somewhere in the end of 2003 I got to know a beautiful Australian girl. I tried desperately not to fall in love with her, because I hate long-distance and internet relationships. Or well, the unneccesary hurt and complications they cause. I failed miserably. So I spent months thinking of how I could get her to Holland or England at least for a bit, or myself the other way. It hurt, we had a few problems, I still tried to fall out of love to simplify things.. And when she met another bloke, much closer to home, I furiously sighed of relief, jealousy and misery. It's nearly a year later now, 'Strawberrie' and I still haven't met but we're good friends now and that's all it is. Her boyfriend proposed, she said yes and so they will get married soon. Is this how it feels when an ex gets wed? I don't know if I should be happy or miserable, so I've decided I'll be happy if I can make it to her wedding, miserable if I can't!