It happens so randomly. Out of nowhere. And it always catches me off-guard.
It’s the memory of that night. That last night. Even nearly two years later, it still jumps on my back and knocks me down. I can’t say I’m surprised. I’m sure I’ll be saying the same thing 30 years from now.
That doesn’t mean I’ll ever grow accustomed to it. It’s a hateful, hateful thing.
And I quickly scramble to try to forget it as soon as it invades my thoughts. It’s not really worth my time anymore.