I'm looking at all these posts and thinking about how much time and words I wasted on someone who never really meant anything to me. I just assosiate happiness to being with you, and it's not real, happiness doesn't look like me and you, it looks like me missing someone, and being too young to understand that it's just nostalgia. You're just this guy who I hung out with sophmore year, who made me cry a bunch, and took me to parties and tried to get me drunk so you could add me to your list of girls you've had sex with. It's the truth, and I can't deny that, and then you went out with my best friend, and fell in love a bunch, and then you joined the army and I still think that this is what happiness looks like, but i'm young and wrong, and I'll learn