Bygones be bygones
The heart is a labyrinth. There exists tiny dips and curves that you discover all over again no matter how many times you’ve walked the boulevard of broken dreams. Oh Green Day.
The other day I stumbled upon the corner that houses memories from seven years ago. I dreamt of you that night. Why hi there, I didn’t think you still existed, I mused. I maintain that ex boyfriends should still be thought of with the highest regard. After all, they were once the ones who held the biggest part of you.
But this one is different. They say the worst experiences make for the best stories. Let’s sit and share stories then, because I have some of the best. The debris of memories is a treacherous place to venture but as long as you have a firm grip on the present, temporary residence in the past can enrich the soul and the mind.
Seven years down and I never got the closure my naive teenage self fought so hard for but instead, got the one I needed. My children will know all about you and we will laugh at my folly and your immature, foolish ways and perhaps one day when we bump into each other on the streets, we will greet each other like civil members of society. A wave here, a nod there.
We would have come full circle.
