I love him, but I miss a normal life, where two people live together, help each other, both work toward a better life, get along, don't yell, don't dwell on every past word, truly forgive.... enjoy spending time together and can handle hanging around the house for more than a day. A normal life where na doesn't dictate. I would love to say... na? oh I remember that word, that's a thing of the past... we've moved on and are so much happier because of it... we do meaningful things now...at least when I sleep I can dream these things, since I now know the truth that na never goes away... never.