Comfort.

As much as we deny things we don't particularly like, and yet we have had an attachment previously, we will never be able to let go of it. Ever. Your grasps of understandings will be less, and yet your grip just won't loosen up.

It's like, whatever there is to believe in so that you can defy your past, you won't let go. It's also funny that I'm writing this from another's perspective, and not mine. I guess I will never understand the deepest most personal emotions of one-self, and yet they will emit that vibrant subconsciously and, invisibly, release their inner-self slowly.

You know those butterflies that flutters when you're around that particular someone. You know that out-of-habit behaviour you do after a harsh day, not knowing what is normal, temporarily. You know when you've just finished school, and you have no idea what to do for a week, because school was a constant habit for a year.

After a while, these new things, become very usual. That butterfly? You know how to control it. That behaviour? You reversed back to normal the next day. After two weeks, you've reverted your sleeping schedules and routine to slack and laziness.

After a set period of time, you will be conscious of that little habit you left behind, and you would convince yourself as having very used to it. But no. You will always, always, revert back to your old self.
To put it bluntly; You are being you on a normal day then a particular object, or even a significant person, came along. This situation doesn't include any nostalgia nor anything that would be the upbringing of memories, but suddenly you're clear. You can think clearly, you can act even more normal, or back to your original, than normal. That the presence of someone, can be a trigger for you to finally find your way back within yourself.