I have some thoughts about breakups. One of the reasons it gets easier with time is that you begin to forget. I started to forget what you looked like. The other day I went to my camera roll to check my new class schedule and I went to my "liked" photos because that's where I save photos that I know I will need often. I hadn't added my new class schedule yet. But there was one other picture, it was you. When Oliver came. You had him on your shoulder and you were looking like your usual goofy self. It hurt, but the biggest thing is it didn't kill. Something like that would've killed me earlier. But I saw that 4 months after so it only stung. Also with time everything that reminds you of them just becomes normal things again. Driving in my mom's car no longer had the feeling of "Going to see Alex" it was just "Driving my mom's car". Don't get me wrong there are still small things that I rarely do that remind me of you. Last time I went to Walmart I remembered you. Because the time before it was when you were in Jamaica and you called me while I wasn't home with 2% battery so I raced home so I could call you back and talk to my baby. Also, I never clean my glasses, but I just did and I remember when I told you that and you took them from me, cleaned them, then put them back on me. I miss you pooh-bear. Please come back before it's too late.