I was considering those 3 little words, and the number of times they've been spoken to me, and the number of people who've spoken them, and all their reasons for doing so.

There was a kid in my class, back when i hoped to be the best, in primary school, who could draw better than me. And another, who could write far better. And this girl, who was great at math. And this other one, who was stunningly attractive, but she came later.

And there was this kid, called fisher (NOT Fish, who's an existing... friend? no, associate?), who entranced me with his confidence and sleazy atitude (and was recently jailed for a knife incident; i saw him a year or two ago), but i was never anything more than a title, and an alibi, and a shoplifting partner, and such.

When i saw him, i didn't give him the satisfaction of remembering the power he had over me. I'd pictured the scene before - ringing out his neck and screaming into his eyes, slashing his face apart and tearing his limbs from his body - but, that would've been to easy. Calmly and civily, i asked what he'd been up to, etc, grouped with my current you-know-whos (i rather dislike this "friends" word), but refused to display the grip he once had on me. Even if i were to thrust my foot against his throat, it would prove nothing more than the fact that i would be emotionally unstable, unable to contain my feelings, and that i still remember everything about him, as if i'm too pathetic to forget.