Confused.

Why did he do it? How am I supposed to know? But seriously, I don't think I did anything to offend him... Gads. Sometimes I think I might die in this hostile place.
 Once, my English teacher told me that High School is the Cerberus. A best with three heads. One, he said, is viscous and will bite you every time you try and tame it. One is fickle and tricky, and likes to fool you into being it's friend before it rips you to shreds, and one is true and kind. He said that this one is the one that most people always work for, but that is hardly ever found...I didn't understand him then... but now...

Why is it that people stay in our minds? People float in and out, granted, as normal interaction progresses. These people slip so easily from our memory, that we nearly always for get names and faces a day after meeting them. But the people who are something more than a fleeting word or two, the people whom we have loved and have either loved us in return, or... not... these people stay with us forever.
They haunt our thoughts and dreams, turning to misery what would have been happiness of slumber. For one who has no dreams, they haunt our waking moments, our every step, every voice around the unimposing corner... we remember our love for them. We remember the pain that they have caused us. Or the joy, or the sadness... the tears, and the laughter, and the simple moments of a thought shared between two entities of a single heart...
But in whatever way we choose, or don't choose... We still remember them. And sometimes, the memories cause us more pain than a person themselves ever could.