Secrets are predictable

My inspiration has left me. *poof* It feels refreshing to be writing again, though, after the long summer months of no writing whatsoever. after all, the was no homework, and therefor, no reason to write. I missed writing, I've realized. oh, how interesting it is that you don't realize how much you've missed something until it comes back to you.
I wonder, how does it go when you have missed something, so much that the thought of them consumes your mind, and all that you want is to see them again, but what happens when they come back? is it like the stupid movies and books where one person misses another person a lot, but when the are reunited, they find that they no longer love them; that it simply faded away, but the thought of seeing them hid the fact that they did not feel the same way? or will it be like other stupid stories, where being apart has only increased their love? or, (as I truly do hope) will everything just be the same, and go back to normal, and school will start, such a time apart will never happen again?
I do not like to appear that I care so much, for fear that I will seem a hopeless romantic, that I could not live without my love. I want to show that in fact I am independent and love my friends as much as, if not more, than any other people I am close to. if you are reading this, you are lucky, I guess, because this is the type of thing that I write because it is what my fingertips lead me to; a very spontaneous occurrence, that usually turns out more dramatic than I mean it to, so I usually get rid of it. but this is supposed to be the hidden musings of me, I guess to make up for all of the words that I've destroyed. So I'll post this as a very strange first post, and cut my ramblings short........here.