I saw him today. I wasn’t even expecting to see him but I did. I would’ve cried if my dad wasn’t right beside me driving. He still takes my breath away. It doesn’t even hurt anymore. It just makes me angry. I lashed out at my dad for no reason. I wanted to yell and scream and kick things. I wanted to crumple into a little ball and cry. No matter what I did to get him off my mind I just couldn’t. The feeling just consumed me. And now I’m here sitting alone in my room crying. The only thing going through my head is the words that he once said about us. “We could’ve had a life together if not for your brother.”