Breaking and rebuilding is not something you get used to ever….when it comes to relationships. Practice does not maketh perfect in this case. Hearing an almost-forgotten-not-quite-but-oh-tried-so-hard-to voice from the past gives you a funny feeling in your stomach which is a cross between a shiver and a tingle. When we leave people, a part of us stays behind with them and something of them comes away with us….something which calls to the other when we hear their voices again, or see them….some kind of pull that resists the wearing away of time and wisdom.
Memory…..ah, what a cruel reminder of being human.