Erasure

And just when I thought I was (mostly) done thinking about Him, another random reminder. I thought I had deleted all evidence of him in my phone/computer if not my thoughts. Then today I was searching for an old email from someone else, and there he was in the middle of the Misc Saved folder. Of course I opened it to see which one it was and I know exactly why I saved it, but today it didn't read quite the same.

I think this is what "normal" feels like. It's still not all it's cracked up to be, but maybe it's time to learn to live with it.