June 10th, 2009

I barely remember mine. I was 15 and that was 13 years ago. We dated for no more than 2 months and I broke up with him. My reasons are very reasonable but I'd rather not say. I never called or saw him and vice versa. We went on with our lives.

For the past month, I've been getting these calls from a number I didn't know so I never picked up. Two days ago, I thought the call was from someone else and pick up but it was him. He's still pretty much the same from what I can remember. He reminds me of my older brother. Which isn't a good thing.

I took a trip through memory lane. He talked mostly of how I was back then, quiet and shy and how I seem different now. Nowadays, I prefer the word reserved. I thought it was very sweet how he still remember my favorite color. I remember nothing about him. I had to ask how old he was.

I've been thinking about him. It's not good for me to know people because then I start to worry about them. I barely know this guy but I feel like I knew him at one point in my life. Even though during that time, I was still very young. He seems sad and I feel like I want to make him happy. But I know that I can't do that for him and it makes me a little sad.