My ex saw me. I knew he saw me. I ducked. He continued walking. Better to ignore than acknowledge.
We were together ten years ago. He looks exactly the same. Same haircut, same muscular frame. It’d be better if he had changed–gained weight, changed his look. That way there’d be a clear delineation between the now and then.
But it’s strange seeing someone from your past, looking like he was plucked from 2001 back when you were together and in love. And you both look like you did back then, in the same city, but married to different people.
That was one relationship I knew wasn’t long-term. I was insecure, immature, and biding my time until I went to business school so I could forget about him. Yet I thought I “really” loved him. That’s what I wrote in greeting cards when I signed my name. I love you!
My, how I’ve changed.