you know whats screwed up? that you can be without someone for 3 months, six months, a year, and have mastered not thinking about them, but no matter how much time passes, there will always be that moment when you see a photo of them, catch a little scent of their cologne in the middle of a crowded street and suddenly, you're plagued with a rapidly sinking stomach and the relentless question: " what did i do wrong?"