broken again

Two weeks went by mercifully uneventfully in my own terms.

Until yesterday.

Walking from the NP bus stop to the Atrium, I saw someone I haven't seen in a few months, someone I haven't talked to in the same amount of time, someone I sorely missed deep down inside but my damned pride won't admit it - someone I have yet to get over.

Either that, or I still have yet to let go, to let go of him and the memories.

The wall I built cracked at the first glimpse of him, then shattered when he confirmed that he was indeed in NP.

I didn't even get the full view of his face, just a mere glance at his profile. But memories came flooding back; the wave of nostalgia hit me so hard my knees almost buckled and I very nearly broke down then and there.

Lord knows what's gotten into me.

Someone kill me, please.