I shouldn’t still feel like this, not after this much time. You shouldn’t be able to affect me this much. I shouldn’t catch myself constantly drifting off, daydreaming about what was and replaying all the old memories. Little things said or done shouldn’t still remind me of what used to be. You shouldn’t be all that I think about. Not after this constant hurt. Not after all this time. But boy, I have a feeling you’re going to be the one I compare everyone to from now on.