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.