My fixation is part of a new era; the one before that, a transition.
There is a list of words I've defined by you. I would look them up in the dictionary, and write their meanings down, and in my thoughts I would imagine your face beside each and every one. Words were senseless unless they carried your warmth; and I have written romantic words, crude terms, scientific facts and random fancies, because I once thought that all of my words belonged to you. They do not. In an old drawer I found all of the words I had known before I met you, and I gave them all to myself. In my head, I changed the subject of all my definitions to someone who deserves them more -- to myself, because I am worthy; to her, because she is bright; to him, because he is beautiful. I am learning to unlearn all the words I defined by you. I find that the world has meaning again. And it is better.
I existed long before I knew you.
Life update I wrote this within minutes while waiting for people to come to debate training. After an hour of waiting for people, I left. Queuing stuff up for next time, because I spent my whole Microbio class doodling and writing.