I wasn't supposed to think about you when I heard quizilla was closing. I do such a great job of not thinking about you. Usually. I kind of wish we were still friends and you could congratulate me on my relationship but then I suppose you'd only become sad about your own life. I think we're better off not talking, but I still miss you. My favourite memories of you are from a time you'd prefer not to remember. And that's okay. But sometimes something will remind me of you and I get sad when I have the urge to show you and I cannot follow through.














