I think a lot about people I barely knew—just a sentence they said in passing, a glance, or a moment that meant nothing to them but everything to me. It’s weird how memory works; it’s not chronological, it’s emotional. Sometimes while I'm brushing my teeth, I get hit with something from ten years ago that still doesn’t make sense. I don’t think we ever really ‘get over’ things; we just stop talking about them out loud.