I haven't really thought about him in a while. I think it's probably better that way. But saying that just makes me feel like a bad person.Thinking about him...it isn't that I don't want to think about him. More the way he died. It confuses me. The logistics of it aren't what confuses me, it's just everything that surrounds the situation.Am I jealous? I don't really think so. I'm past that stage...