Ryan Ryan Ryan.
The name rung in my ears like someone shot it straight through my head.
It brought many things along with it. Memories of old tears, regrets, insincere apologies, killer headaches, shortlived smiles, and the worst stomach aches.
I found myself wondering what he was doing right now.
Wondering if he ever thought of me.
If he ever missed my warm hands, cause I missed his.
If he ever felt bad for what he did.
This rememberal session was doing more harm than help.
I need to stop thinking.