Just The Little Things

[Formerly "What Reminds Me Of You"]

"I keep myself doing pointless things to do, but when I stop I still think of you."

You know what it's like to feel to remember a certain person you shouldn't even be thinking about anymore? That's exactly what I feel. I thought I could get over him already, move on. But how am I supposed to do that when everything around me was a constant reminder of him?

[Collection of drabbles. Mostly very short ones. More or less the same context, the same plot for most of it, if not all. In some, there may be another stroy behind it but it would still be about the same thing. Well, hope you enjoy!]