One night, out of the blue, that specific feeling she had for him came back to her, and nestled in her chest, feeling like a solid something.
She was surprised, and am aware that it could be gone at any time. Which was why she handled it gingerly, afraid to look at it directly, for fear that it would fade away into nothing, as suddenly as it had appeared.
That old feeling turned out to be unexpectedly robust, standing up to her gentle scrutiny for what felt like a long time. It felt soft, and warm. And familiar.
She was glad to see it again.
It reminded her not so much of him, but of who she was – a person she remembers but no longer know.