The little things.

It's true what they say. In the end, the little things will always mean the most. I haven't talked to this kid in almost a year. But all these little things that drove me to liking him are rushing back. It's so crazy. The way a person can bury and forget things that hurt to remember. But you don't forget them fully. At least I don't. I can't forget something that once made me so happy. I can ignore it for a while. But the silliest things can make it all rush back. Whatever it is that makes me remember, I hope I always carry it with me. I like remembering the little things.