The people we miss the most are never the ones we learn of by reputation, or who are introduced to us at parties with the phrase, “you should really meet…” The people we really miss are the ones who sneak up on us from behind, insinuate themselves into our lives and stay there like they belong.
Then one Saturday morning you wake up late and wonder why you feel like something’s not quite right with the world. If you’re lucky you pinpoint the loss somewhere in the fabric of your existence. If you’re not, you go through the day feeling as if something is out of place, something doesn’t smell right or somehow the color of the sky is all wrong. It’s the cataclysmic shift that happens when we lose one of the characters in our memories.
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