but then I realized its merely a juxtaposition.
i'm always surprised when it hits. when you've pushed something/someone out of your mind so completely, that you are overcome by this memory that has found its way back. and the juxtaposition and comparing begin. and everything/everyone else pales in comparison.
and probably always will.
as French author Andre Gide reflected.... "nothing prevents happiness like the memory of happiness".
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