“The answer is that we don’t choose our freaks, they choose us.”
― Steve Almond,
How odd is it, that when you stop talking to someone or you drift apart that you have all this random information left over about them.
Like you still know their favourite food, song, siblings and parents names. You remember the late night conversations about whacky dreams or their past relationships.
You have all these inside jokes and you learned all these intimate details about them.
Now they’re gone. It’s the weirdest and strangest nostalgia.