September 4, 2012
Four years ago today, I met you. (It doesn't feel like it was that long ago, really.) You walked right up to me and introduced yourself, even though I probably looked quite foolish with my short hair and unplucked eyebrows. You remembered my name when you walked away, although you forgot everyone else's. You didn't care how awkward you were. I underestimated you. I thought I could deter you. How wrong I was. I could never love you and you could never love me. You saved my life. You're not here to save me now, but I don't need you.