you just get used to a person, you know? without even meaning to, sometimes. Sharpie, in 07/09, had become a fixture in my life. his lightning quick phone calls. the excessive notes he made on my notepad that i had to pour over when he wasn’t around. the memory of his closeness, his touch, his smile. he was one of my first copenhagen constants, y'knowww?

so when you force your mind to not think about someone, and that same person doesn’t contact you when you are so used to them just being around physically and mentally, it can tilt your world ever so slightly. you feel out of whack, like your sock wasn’t on right or you’re having trouble remembering something you know is important. and me? hah. i just kind of stumbled around, going through the motions and wondering what was missing or what was wrong.