Warms The Cockles

You know when you meet someone on your travels, and you click, and have a really great few days, and you both go back home and get on with your lives, and you email, and then you email less often but they're still in your thoughts, and at Christmas you send them an email apologising for being slack and vowing to make a greater effort the following year, and that if they should ever be in your neck of the woods that they MUST stay with you, and then the emails become annual rituals and one day you don't hear back and you think that's it, they've changed emails or forgot about you and that's it. And sadly you chastise yourself for being slack and letting a good person slip from your life and with a shrug justify it as another casuality of modern, internet age, transient international relationships.

And then when you least expect it they reply. Warms the cockles.