What feeling?

I'm not sure what feeling 0.5 is talking about, but if it's the sort that crack heads suffer, I'm sure we're talking about different feelings.

I had an encounter all right. [Oh why have you caused me to refresh these emotions that have been quietly washed away by hours of sleep] As I said in my last post, when my heart was pouring out the pain and anguish it had suffered earlier, I watched her dance, shared drinks, and left, each of us going our separate ways. I'm most likely a drunken memory in her mind, and will soon be banished completely from the movie that is her life.

I have no choice but to accept this fate, and move on. I had ... until just now.