I’ve noticed recently that people leave traces of themselves in my life.
When people come into my life they claim things.
You see, Becca claimed Cabernet Matinée chocolate bars and now whenever I see one I think of her.
And then Jenna claimed fake nails.
Alaina claimed “Miss Missing You”.
Aliya claimed Cinderella and Tiana.
Rachel claimed “Carpe Diem”.
Shannon claimed Miley Cyrus.
Erica claimed ice cream sandwiches.
Kristopher claimed McChickens.
Dhivyaa claimed bunnies.
Kristen claimed Doc Martens.
Jeremiah claimed man buns.
Katrina claimed Spanish.
Taylor claimed Bees?
When people come into my life they leave traces of themselves on various things.
Like little memories echoing long after they’ve left.
I can’t go to Denny’s anymore without thinking of the night Zoe and I went there for several hours to drink coffee and write.
I can’t eat ice cream anymore without thinking about how Candice would be so proud of me.
I can’t walk in the street anymore without thinking of that late night dog walk with Megan.
Wherever I look I see traces of people I care about.
It’s a funny thing how this works.
I’m sure MaryRose never intended for me to think of her whenever I see a Claude Monet painting or a space joke. But I do. And I probably will for a long time.
The thing is: having your world claimed is inevitable.
And I think it’s a special thing that people can claim parts of your world.
You made a human connection if only for a short time.
I think I’d be pretty lucky to one day live in a completely claimed world.