Isn't it funny how the smallest parts of our lives change the most when they're gone or different? It is routine we live by, it is the parts of our lives we can count on to be true. Sometimes, things change or things go away that you never thought would--and you find yourself completely disoriented, no matter how small or insignificant that thing might seem.
The weight of your watch on the wrist you're used to. The weight of your fork as you eat dinner with your family. The feel of your sheets as you just climb into them at night. The water pressure. The taste of your toothpaste, the rhythm of your toothbrush. The feel of your best friends' knee pressing into yours as you sit closely to whisper gossip. The sound of your car's engine, the feel of the steering wheel, the smell after it rains.
These feelings, these inalienable feelings are what makes life complete. The things you never think to notice, the things your brain filters out because you can't handle the sensory overload. Yet... they change. Things change. Life changes and moves and becomes new and different. And when the weight of your fork changes, when something is not as you expect, sometimes... that change is the hardest.