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?"
