I used to like a boy. All through childhood and most of my adult life thus far. We were even best friends as children with the best memories. Even at our occasional meet-ups as we got older. Well, I have the best memories. You know that feeling when the other person remembers little to nothing special? The moment you realise you will never have a chance with them? It is called hurt. It is called you need to learn to let go. The fond memories are still there, and some things I post still will and have been about them. But I do believe I have learned, finally after all these years, to relinquish my hold on these feelings. I make new and amazing memories now, with the love of my life, who remembers just as much of them, if not more, as I. God always knows best.