It has been a year and still, a photo or a random reminder of you still makes my heart flutter, that flutter quickly turns into a nauseating pain in my stomach and tears to my eyes. I have to avoid these reminders; I have to push the thoughts of you out of my head. I no longer know you, but the feelings I had for you, in the short time I knew you, were more than ever to be admitted. You changed something in me, you opened something up. Very few have made me feel anything; the anything you brought out in me. One day I will delete the photos, one by one, as a good-bye. Today I actually thought about contacting you. I am ridiculous to wonder if you still think of me. It is all ridiculous. I am ridiculous.
