Obsessed 13 year old me.

FILE: Memories > 2017

1/28/2023 - 8:08PM

Thirteen-year-old me was obsessed, captivated by a boy from France. I vividly recall the moment he accidentally turned on his location, revealing where he lived—or so I believed. Using a virtual map, I traced the area based on a photo he sent me of himself gently holding an injured bird. It was the first time I saw his hand, a detail I cherished. From what I remember, the floor beneath him was brown, likely wooden, and this helped me imagine his surroundings.

As I explored the map, the place was not what I had envisioned. It felt empty, though curiously nostalgic. My memory of the event is somewhat blurred, but there were stairs that felt hauntingly familiar. It was as if I had encountered them before, yet couldn't recall until I revisited them through the map. It feels surreal to think this was five or six years ago, and we drifted apart due to emotional instability. I no longer feel connected to that chapter of my life, yet I can still recall who I was before becoming the person I am today.