i fight to not think of the random bits of you have that infiltrated my life, but there they are. familiar movies. a collaboration here and there. dilla over the eternal sunshine soundtrack. even as my travel sites send weekly specials, a trip over the pond seems to subconsciously jump out at me. am i wrong for wondering the what ifs? for sharing them when they should be locked up in a deep, dark, secret spot somewhere? i am completely and undeniably in love, but the impact you made on my life is undeniable. you were the first person to push me to be better, and i was too young and naive to see it then. now, im simply haunted by what may have never been.