Bro

You know, I've been lucky in a way. When I was around two, nearing three, I asked my mom for a brother. I thought, wouldn't it be nice to have a little brother, someone I could play with and hang out with, like all the other kids who had little brothers. I was fortunate because my parents gave me a little brother. We would play castle, or cowboy, or superman and darkside (lots of toys), joust with wooden sticks and wooden swords, ride our bikes with the wooden swords as if we were cavalry charging down the hill (in Hsinchu..the hill at West Yuan), shoot bb guns, and as we got older, basketball and listen to jazz and live the NY life (he did after all, follow me all the way to college hah, "follow butt bug" as I say) overlapping for a year...live through 9/11 and...

Family is a wonderful thing, because the love is unconditional, and although it takes time to get over her, you will. Cherish the happy memories, but realize that you were true to her, and she was not to you. You owe her nothing, but will give her your friendship if asked. This is part of a larger plan for you, and I am certain it will only lead to something better......after all, the girls in Cali are hot =P.