Something I just realized.
I actually think it’s really weird… I’ve saved everything that’s ever had to do with you. Anything you’ve given me or written to me. Pictures of you and I or receipts from places we’ve been. I think it’s a little bit sad, really. I think it’s even worse that I’ve done this without even knowing. Digging around my room just now, I found hundred’s of things that remind me of you. All of those memories flooded back all at once and I’m not sure how to handle it. Of course I’m sad that they’ve passed and even more upset that I know it will never be the same between us, but somehow I’m happy. I’m content with the fact that our time has passed. I won’t ever, ever forget you. And who knows? Maybe years from now when you’d think we’ve almost completely forgotten about each other, we’ll meet up again, and start up from where we left off. Maybe we’ll never ever talk again…who knows. I just know that I don’t regret anytime I spent with you, any money I spent on you, all the tears I shed for you, or all the bad times we had. I’ll never ever forget you. I’ll always have the memories.
