Oliver
So Oliver was my world when I was younger, and I knew myself well enough to know it wasn't fleeting. Nor did I have the insight to realize it was a problem that I would keep for six years of my life. It was real and true and stayed that way until he changed into some perverted jerk. But the Oliver I knew and thought I knew, stayed with me for the longest time. I am content with the minimal amount of closure he has given me and I still think I'll marvel at this when I'm 50... I'm done with all that now, finally, after 6 years. It feels good. It feels good to also know I was right all along, I was such a clever girl...