When you spend your time dwelling on the severance of someone who’s not in your life anymore and remembering that they’re still a lot like you: excited about the same albums, moved by the same causes, laughing at the same decidedly unfunny jokes, taking walks when it’s drizzling a little, watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind on heavy days, driving the long way home to savor the emptiness of the backroads, leading some semblance of the same life, now hyper-aware of the parallelism.