I wonder if you think of me.

So the first guy I ever fell in love with hates my guts. It's hard to think about, especially because there will always be that part of my heart that goes crazy when I think about him. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever get him off my mind. He wasn't the best, he did some real damage to my psyche, but God I loved him. I still have all of the notes he ever wrote me (I told him I burned them) and all the tickets to the movies we saw together. But the point is, I found out he is in Afganistan the other day. It's really none of my business, I haven't talked to him in a very long time. I just really needed to put it out, somewhere, even if no one gives a rats ass, that I am so worried. I can't even pretend not to worry about him, the guy who probably forgot my name. If anything happened to him, a part of my life would die. So yeah. This is me, sharing. Or trying to.