Its so cold in this room. I wish I had a knob so that I could turn up the sun. I was in fitting room, and I sat, and I thought. Everything kind of rushed through me, like a tidal wave. And I remembered every thing. Every little speck of detail. All the little things. The big things too. And I got butterflies. I cant explain why, or how, or even where they came from. But, none the less, I got them. And I felt like I did the day we met. The day I stood in that exact spot, and felt those same butterflies. The day I had the stupidest smile on my face. The day I never realized that I was stumbling into unknown territory. I cant explain any of this. And I realized its just something I will never be able to let go. I am clingy. Nostaligic. And a girl. Three things that will be the death of me. I will not let him intimidate me any longer. I will show him that Im happy without him. Even though Ill be faking.