I loved him.

I think my biggest fear is that I will never love someone like I loved him in those nine short months.
It wasn't a healthy kind of love.
It was consuming, it was greedy.
And I loved every single second of it.

Now here I am, 1500 miles away, and I still think of him, and wonder how he is. I wonder if he watches any girls across the room, like I used to watch him in biology. I attribute my lack of knowledge in biology to him, because he was so mesmerizing, I couldn't focus on my studies. He would hold my hand under the desk, and though the gesture was small, it sent my heart into a frenzy.

It still boggles my mind that someone can have that huge of an impact on another's life.

I miss you.