musings

[ryro]

There is great irony in where I live. For many years, I longed to live here because I had "friends" here. More truthfully, girls whom I was interested in/dependent upon/idealized. It was a fantasy life. Now I live here, and have had little to no contact with any of those people from the past whatsover save a couple random encounters.

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long pensive response from your awesome wife

[suzys_poetry]

Letting go of someone is the hardest thing for me (regardless of how well or not well it ended)...to the extend that I have officially creeped people out by saying that I was "randomly remembering them and wanting to say hello" after 10 plus years of no contact. I have since learned to pretend I've forgotten if I run into someone from long ago...or, I confess, look the other way and pretend I didn't see them.
Part of me thinks you should arrange a reunion...while you still can..to help bury the past...but it is a chance to take. Sometimes I wish I'd taken the chance for that last meeting, that last phonecall, that one trip out for coffee to say good-bye. Sometimes I did take it, and I was glad.
Others left just another awkward, insecure memory to the list. Still, I think I'd rather have felt awkward and know I tried, than to spend the rest of my life wondering....