My feelings are like a fucking hurricane right now, spinning and swirling all over the place. It’s ridiculous that he still makes me feel like this. That after all the shit that went down and the time spent worrying about it, that I still get a tingly feeling when his text comes through at 1:37 because I know he waited specifically until that time to send it because he knows 37 is my favorite number and he always used to do that. Seeing him was such a surreal experience; after everything, the way we interacted should have been different and awkward, but it wasn’t. It was a natural and right as ever and it filled me up. But I can’t help that simultaneously, I’m feeling pulled back to last year, probably one of the happiest years of my life because I had moved on and everything was so fucking happy and smiles and rainbows and love all the time. And I miss that, so much. And I know he does too. And I know that I could go right back into that without a problem and be so so happy.