Over and over again, I wished there was a way I could erase you from my memory. I wonder if you ever felt that way about me. It wouldn’t make any difference now. Isn’t that amazing? The stupid thing is, half the time, when I was thinking about that, It would be for the sake of fantasizing about running into you…the way you would feel knowing I wanted you to be nothing. It really hurts knowing someone wants you to be nothing to them. I guess that was the point or something. Now I just hope like hell I don’t run into you. I do consider what I might do if our paths do cross, which they’re bound to eventually around here. I won’t make polite and absurd (in nature and in content) small talk and then sob uncontrollably behind the dumpster for hours chain smoking flavored cigars and replaying fifteen seconds or four years in my head. Nope. Won’t do that.