The thing that bothers me the most, that I don't want to admit (REALLY REALLY DON'T WANT TO ADMIT) but know I have to, is that the person I miss the most, who knows me the best, who I want to recreate with every person I'll ever meet, I still love somewhere deep inside me.  And what kills me is to know that the feelings I know I harbor might not be reciprocated.


But it's not like I haven't dealt with it before, in a much harsher way.
I just never understood the meaning of never losing feeling for someone.
Finally, though, I realize it. It's been years.