— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I think by the time we get to the mid-20s we all have had that one “almost-love”. For us it was the mixed tapes, the CDs, your cryptic notes and books. Then one Christmas, after a year or so, you finally scrawled something on a card - the sweetest thing I ever read and also the saddest thing I ever read. And after I shed those teenage tears, and after a few years, I no longer wanted to listen to that music ever again. Not just the music you shared with me, not just the books you showed me. I avoided everything remotely similar. Some 10 years later, I’ve found them again. I’ve found that another person had a similar experience, and I remember what we had. And I because I know how immensely life-changing, and deep rooted that experience that was in my life, I can’t help but feel jealousy and remember all the little sads I used to know.
"When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn’t want it, you cannot take it back. It’s gone forever." — Something very, very much like that.