Things that photos and journals can't document, simply because they are too trivial. And not just of the dorm I left 2 weeks ago, but of things that are years, even decades, past. Fights in 5th grade, a shirt I had in 8th. Guys that I had crushes on then. Guys that I have crushes on now.
Memories can be cruel.
I don't know how to end this. So, I don't have skin cancer. And I have a job. Maybe even no more kisses or those 1am sleepy hugs. There's just you and your regrets and your memories.