our finger prints don't fade from the lives we touch.

So, I went to go see the movie Remember Me yesterday with my grandma. I remember at the beginning thinking "Why the hell would they choose 2001? It was such a shitty year." But soon enough, I realized what was going to happen. When he said that he would wait for him in his office, I turned to my grandma and asked her, "What building are they in?" And then my assumptions were reassured. I cried. I fucking bawled. All my confusions with Ben and worries about graduating just felt so insignificant after that movie. But I can honestly say that I am STILL depressed over it. I have loved and lost and will again, but I have never lost the way that she did. I don't know if I'm strong enough to survive something like that.