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Sometimes I still think of him. I think of what I would tell him if I saw him now. I'm not sure I would even recognize him. And I probably wouldn't speak if I did.
But some days, I wish I could tell him... I no longer eat pizza one topping at time. Or subway sandwiches either. I don't sort my m&m's, and the same goes for skittles... sometimes.
I still eat my meals one type of food at a time, but I've grown out of most of my compulsions.
I took time to heal, and those strange urges went away.
And your pushing isn't to thank for that.