esykah

i drank diet vanilla coke for years for no other reason than it tasted like someone i didn't want to, yet could have had, a crush on. i don't know if it was (or is) a crush or not, because to this day, it remains a purposeful distance of arms length, and we knew each other for nearly four years before we even exchanged phone numbers, though we exchanged kisses nearly every time we saw each other.

i'm allergic to aspartame. i can't drink diet vanilla coke anymore.

i wonder if he's ever thought that i'd do anything to remind me of him. i also wonder if, somewhere in the back of his head, he realizes the impact the last time i saw him had on my psyche.


(thank you so much.)