it's always strange seeing an old love. seeing how they look and how they talk and how they think and remembering that you already know all that stuff about them.
there's a comfort in that.
there's also a strange reminder of how shitty it felt to see them with that other person and know that you'd never have that. how shitty it felt when you watched him walk away and knew that they were the reason you were getting on a plane and going as far away from home as you can afford.
i think i'll always love him. a part of me will hold all those moments so tightly that i couldn't forget them even if i wanted to.
it was good to see him. it actually was. no panic and chest pains and longing and tears. only smiles and hugs and cds and a glimmer of the possibility for a little of that amazing friendship we once had.
god, i missed him. and it's nice be able to start this little post with '...an old love.'
*mwah*
michelle
p.s. he's still fucking hot too...
p.p.s. on a note unrelated to that still hot old love boy: i just want to say that i met someone tonight that i absolutely would have gone home with in a fucking millisecond.
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