Once upon a time I was very much in love with a man.
For nearly two years, we enjoyed each other’s company until one sad day when we parted ways.
At first it wasn’t amiable.
I was pissed that he brought a date to our mutual friend’s pirate-themed party a mere week and a half after our split.
But eventually we made peace and it’s a good thing too because I can now remember him fondly, without a trace of anger.
But the sadness?
Oh, there’s sadness.
The other day I was texting a friend who mentioned he saw Mother’s Day pics of his ex-girlfriend posted to a mutual friend’s Facebook page.
And he was pleased to see her looking happy and well.
I finished our conversation then got online and looked up my ex.
Still the same lovely man, of course.
But there was ONE PHOTO.
Just a photo of him, nothing special.
And oh, how my eyes DRANK UP THE SIGHT OF HIM.
And then I got a funny feeling in my chest.
I’m not even sure what it was.
Maybe even a little wistfulness?
In any case, I immediately closed my app and swore up and down that I would never do that again.
And I won’t.
Until the next time.