This morning I was mixing my smoked salmon with peppercorns in to my cream cheese with red onions, like I do many mornings when I am off. And suddenly I remembered the 1st time I had it. An “ex” made it for me. Why this particular morning did I think about him, miss him, wonder what he was doing?
I then realized that pieces of me are remnants of so many people that I knew & know now. Not just ex-lovers, but friends as well. It really brought the “in your life for a season” statement to mind. And how hard it is to get “over” some people.