This place holds a lot of memories for me.
I met a person on here who really deeply impacted my life. He knows who he is, but he doesn't know that I cared about him. I guess I still do, since I log back on when he comes to mind. I wonder if he's still alive every time.
I thought that if we stopped talking, it would help me move on from what happened. I guess it has in some ways, but I still tell the story. It takes over me when I look back at it, a feeling not dissimilar to the unexpected way that you finally fall asleep. I can never tell when it starts happening, but then suddenly I'm ten pages into our old messages. It's an obsession, seeing the things he used to say to me. I contemplate how I might respond today.
What would he think of the person I've become, and why am I even remotely interested in that opinion?
l-Femi-l Community Member 
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