Looking back; I understand this isn't about you, or, at the very least, not solely about you.
I am diving back into everything I forgot. Stories I wrote and characters I loved (and your words) and they are revived, brought back into ten thousand text editors, strange apparitions, resurrected from a time when I needed them.
I didn't think I needed them, anymore. I thought I had learned too much.
I didn't think I would respond to you as strongly today as I did then.