At first, everything reminded me of him. The colors on a Pepsi can. The stray cat that had wandered through the alleys of the city. The soba shop I pass every morning when I go to school.

Slowly, the tears from remembering those things had faded, replaced with a writhing pain of guilt and agony, tears absent.

Every single day he'd show up apologizing for something that was never a thing. It was just me being stupid and misunderstanding his intentions.

I was such a fool.

"She has everything she needs! Everything she wants in life she can have easily! But the only thing she doesn't need is you!" I shouted angrily at him, slapping his welcoming arms away, "I need you!"

In the end, we found that we couldn't stop fighting. We were immature, childish, and inexperienced. We couldn't stand being with or without each other, and we decided to go separate ways.

It was too late to fix things.