life is strange. the other night when i was working, someone smelled just like you. it was like a slap to the face, followed by the surfacing of a lot of memories. then, a couple days later, you come into my life again. it feels as though every time i start to feel good about moving on from you, you have to pop back in and remind me of your existence. “i miss talking to you”…the words that i have always wanted to hear, but that i know don’t mean what i want them to.