I wonder if you can stand the things that remind you of me, or, if you have to scroll past them or turn away, like me. I wonder if when you think of our best moments, do you smile? Is it like mine? Is it sprinkled with heart ache and a twist in your stomach? I wonder if I ever meant a single thing to you at all, or was I just kind, present and convienent. Victim? You're not a...