Ex-Thoughts

I had an unexpected visitor last night. An ex-boyfriend from about 10 years ago, who is still a super friend - even if we've been out of contact for ages.

For the life of me I can't find it in my blog archives, but I tracked him down a while back to return a Bible of his I'd found while cleaning the garage. He'd been given it by my parents in the days when he boarded with us (post-relationship with me). And from there he got in contact with my brother, then my dad called him while he was here to try hook up - but we all just missed each other when it came down to the wire.

Until last night. I got a call from him saying "I'm just down the road and dropping by". And there he was!

It was really cool to see him again. We've both changed, but in some ways we're still the same. He's been shooting upward in the world, I've been biding my time in one place. He's still nuts, I'm still reasonably sane (or have forgotten how to be nuts). We caught up on a lot of things, talked and talked and talked - and then emailed this morning.

You see, I suddenly remembered late last night how we'd ended. He was sure he'd caught me kissing some other bloke. He's wrong. It wasn't my fault - it was his. He's dying to know, but I ain't telling. Gonna keep him in suspense a little longer! :)

What he doesn't know is that the way our relationship ended had a profound effect on me, and not in a good way. It was the begninning of a downward spiral that emotionally I'm still dealing with. I don't think I'll tell him that though. Let's just hold on to the happy stuff and not sweat the bad stuff.