I saw him today. All the memories kept flooding back. Yet, I didn't feel any pain. Instead, I felt alive again. Almost like he found what I was looking for all along, but why? Why was it him? He was just someone of my past, but he was someone I wish that could return, and be apart of my life again. I felt like a fool; I couldn't wipe that geeky smile off my face the whole time I was talking to him. I"m fucking lovesick.