You know why I love to write? Because when you look back at the posts you wrote two years ago, you remember exactly how you felt at that particular point in time. You think that you haven’t changed, day by day, but in fact you changed a hell lot more than you could explain. You remember how you ever felt for that someone. And you know what surprised me… I don’t know how to say this, but my feelings for J are still there. I couldn’t comprehend why either. But when he mentioned that I was so happy, I realized its because for the first time, you’re telling me you are free. That you want to meet. To have dinner. I don’t know why I felt so happy. You replied my texts way faster than you normally did, in fact you were the first to text me. It means… A lot to me.