Honey

As it sometimes happens, I was visited by an ex-girlfriend in my dreams last night. I have a few past girlfriends who I don’t speak much to anymore (if at all), and my dreams are the only contact I have with them. I imagine it’s not quite the same as it would be if I actually saw them in person, but I appreciate the seeming air of intimacy that spreads over these dreams and that my ex and I never have to do any catching up. It’s as though we never lost touch with each other.

I’m always a little sad the next day, though. I’ll check out their latest photos on whatever social networking site and wish that we were still friends, cause I know we’d be the best friends ever. I miss them and long for their company and wonder about how time just messes everything up.

I get jealous, too. The photos of them with their new significant others (and their friends) makes my heart creak a little. It’s not fair, I think, that someone else gets to receive their attention and their love, while I’m just a fading memory, a lost object of their past.

I may be over it, but that doesn’t mean I don’t ache a little for what I’ve lost. If you’re reading this, long lost ex-girlfriend, I miss you. Let’s be friends when we’re 40, no excuses. How does that sound?

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