I had a problem with the middle finger on my right hand a while ago. It was popping when I flexed it and it hurt. I had to put it in a splint just to feel comfortable.
I thought of what he would have said if we were still together. He would have teased me about working that finger too much. It made me sad because I realized that that part of my life was gone.
The part of my life where I always had someone to talk to, share inside jokes with, have dumb arguments and conversation with, was gone.
I was thinking about this and I fell into a rabbit hole of memories.
I still remember his favorite food, his ramen order, and that he doesn’t like tuna on pasta.
I ate more pasta and ramen than I liked because he loved noodles and wasn’t as adventurous with food.