Just love this. Very relate-able for me.
You see there is this guy from my past (dont we all have, at least, one) who emerged in my present a few months ago.
I relate to this because initially what brought him back about was photos that I found. As I looked upon him in the pictures I thought, “What happened there? He’s a nice guy.”
I should also mention that there was a distance forming between my husband and I at this same point and I, not being able to leave well enough alone, reached out to him.
At first, the nostalgia and attention were intoxicating. But it was fleeting fast. I am reminded, as our conversations continue, exactly why I moved on.
This man is not the one in my pictures or who lives in my memories. He needs help and I am not the one.
Who’s the person in your past that allows you to relate to this?