Everyone talks about finding 'their person'. The person with whom they connect with the best, who they love to the fullest extent. This person could be their best friend or their lover. As far as I'm concerned, everyone has a person. But sometimes, someone's person can be confused with another significant individual in their life: that person.

There will always be that person in your life. That person who gives you weird feels, even if you haven’t seen or talked to them in months. That person that you never had anything substantial with, but sometimes they just pop into your mind for no reason and you smile a little bit. Maybe you just hooked up, maybe you’ve never even kissed before, but they are that person.

That person confuses the hell out of you. Nothing happened between you, but even after a year of not seeing them, it’s like there’s this little spark and instantly they’re not on the back burner anymore. You remember all of those silly memories you had together, all of the deep conversations and late nights you had dishing out your deepest darkest secrets. You think about all the times you hung out together, all the laughs you've shared. Maybe you've had relationships in between, or maybe you are currently in one, and you didn't think about that person at all. You didn't need to; you had someone who you cared about. You scroll back through all of your Facebook photos together and wonder what happened. Where did it all go?

But that's the thing: it didn't go anywhere because it never existed. That person was the one who got away and sometimes you can't help but wonder what it would have been like. The curiosity eats you alive. You convince yourself that you still have feelings for that person, but odds are you don't.

And what shows that you don't? Just like that, they disappear. Seeing them on Facebook doesn't stir you up. You don't think about them. You go about your daily life. You realize that they aren't your person, they are that person. The only place they belong is in your past, in your fondest memories, or maybe in your saddest memories. That person is not your person, and it's O.K. to accept that.