I remembered.

There never was a mood of mine,
Gay or heart-broken, luminous or dull,
But you could ease me of its fever
And give it back to me more beautiful.

In many another soul I broke the bread,
And drank the wine and played the happy guest,
But I was lonely, I remembered you;
The heart belongs to him who knew it best.

- "I Remembered" by Sara Teasdale

This is all I will say: I am filled with gratitude that this summer will be spent so very far away from all of this.

It's just really bad when you remember how easily you fit together - and your heart breaks just a little bit more, as though you had never put it back together in the first place.

I cannot wait for my life to begin. I cannot wait to not be reminded of you every single day. I cannot wait to forget.