Seeing you again today hurt, like, a lot. I haven't spoken to you in three months, and it's crazy that today of all days would be the one that I happen to find you again, being that it's the day I met you three years ago. You probably don't even remember that, so I guess it doesn't matter or mean much at all. You probably don't remember a lot of things, like the reason we stopped talking in the first place, judging by your reaction and confusion on why I would not stick around. Look, it's not that I don't want you around. I love talking to you, hanging out with you and shooting the shit as they say. I would go so far as to say that I love you , but that's the kind of one-sided love that hurts way too much when the person you love only has eyes for the bottle and a memory that's long gone. I understand that kind of hurt, in fact it's what we bonded over because I do understand having your entire life ripped apart and feeling like the only way