It's comforting to think that someone out there remembers you albeit passively. That when they listen to a certain song playing on the radio a beat in their mind would say, "He would like this song." Or in some other instance when they happen to pass by a shop window and saw a blue colored shirt, they instantly picture you wearing it on a nice warm day at the park. It's like a part of you is pickled in a jar placed on the cupboard of their thoughts be it your favorite color, the way you laugh, or how you smell.
Then you look at your own collection of big and small, simple and intricate, odd bits and pieces of people who touched you and think, hey, it isn't so lonely anymore.
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