i remember that she once remarked that i have a knack for keeping track of dates and marking the passage of time.  it just wasn’t something she regularly thought about.

so, inevitably, part of me wonders if she knows that today it will have been a year since i last saw her.

there are times when it feels like something in the past, something i’ve put behind me.  there are other times, like tonight, when it feels like no time has passed at all.