Avoiding picking at scabs.

Awkwardly noticing the surroundings years later.

That you live thousands of miles away.

That there is a kitten in the room, and that she is most likely pregnant.

That Japanese have a propensity for folding things and take offense easily.

That sitting in your room alone in a city of millions is unbelievably comforting.

Finally surmounting cynicism, hoping to not to descend on the same side.

Sensing those eyes on me every day.