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judecorpIt's weird. For a long while after she moved here, I still had the feeling that she was here on an extended vacation, as if it hadn't sunken in that she had actually /moved/ here, established a residence and a job and everything. Things happened: an Ohio driver's license, Ohio plates on a car that wasn't her New Jersey car, comments about neighborhoods and favorite spots and where things are located. And those things, at the time, seemed like oddities.
Right now, at this very moment, I can't really comprehend long distance. It's almost as though I've forgotten that we ever did that. A lifetime ago. Someone else's lifetime ago. Did I ever go to a late Sunday evening art film without her beside me? Did I used to sleep alone? Did I eat dinner, in my apartment, on the sofa, something simple and solitary, like maybe macaroni and cheese, chips and salsa, or a bagel? Did I really go to the laundromat alone, with a book, or stationery perhaps?
Wasn't she always here?
Right now, at this very moment, I can't really comprehend long distance. It's almost as though I've forgotten that we ever did that. A lifetime ago. Someone else's lifetime ago. Did I ever go to a late Sunday evening art film without her beside me? Did I used to sleep alone? Did I eat dinner, in my apartment, on the sofa, something simple and solitary, like maybe macaroni and cheese, chips and salsa, or a bagel? Did I really go to the laundromat alone, with a book, or stationery perhaps?
Wasn't she always here?
