Past, present, future, possibility.
The way we compartmentalize our lives.
Taylor's been gone just a couple of days. Others longer. I moved into a new room today. I have to remind myself first semester happened...didn't it?
I had a flash a minute later, questioning Nathan. That seems weird considering how much he's still on my mind. But I did. Did that really happen? Somehow I don't believe it. That summer must be a dream, the way it's hazy in my memory.
Sort of like my reality with Jesse. It's like he, that world, that dynamic, they don't exist. I don't believe it when I'm not in it.
I see pictures of myself at Cherubs. I can feel Lake Michigan on my bare feet. I remember the summer air, the fireflies. I feel it, but I don't.
Out of sight, out of mind I suppose.
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