Somehow, Life finds ways of giving you the opportunity to mess with my head again -- in a beautiful, bittersweet way.

You see. . . .I am a low-level, self-proclaimed huntress, and I remember every detail about you I have come to know.

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In other words: my You-senses went manic today.

And it was just dreadful -- the feeling of attaching this invisible string to a person so literally and figuratively distant and making this inescapably futile connection. However, it was also very fun (since you are both my happy pill and my sad pill, and all emotions which come with You-related things tend to do so in pairs).