I felt this unidentifable sensation in my stomach. This man and I used to “be together.” We used to share the same bed and cook dinner for each other and go to the market together and I used to put his dirty laundry in the washing machine and we used to argue and share secrets. And now I didn’t know him. I had gone from knowing what he did almost every hour of every day to not knowing whether he’d been to the moon and back in the last six months. I felt decidedly nauseous. I think I knew immediately that I still loved him.

At one time in my life this meant a lot to me (read: ex-boyfriend).