it's just not the same...

you hope it'll be the same: that things'll be just like how they used to be. But they're not- there's still something that lingers like a barrier. Unspoken words hanging on the tip of your tongue. Those trivial actions that now seem so wholly uninvited. Can't move and shake in that presence- it just seems so wrong. All the things you can't do anymore, at least not in good taste. That wall of un-feelings protects you and prohibits you at the same time. Things are just... [different] this time around.

...that, and you're way too sober for this. All of it.