The Swede and his girlfriend are doing well, if Facebook has any say in the matter.
The other day, he posted a picture of the two of them, all dressed up in wedding attire, with her planting a huge kiss on his cheek.
Apart from loving his suit (complete with lavender shirt and matching silk tie) I was flustered by the photo.
I’m not gonna lie.
There were a few skewers of wistfulness and pangs of jealousy that went through my heart.
It seems that even though my head knows that The Swede is off the market, my heart needs a moment to take it all in.
It’s never a bad thing to be wistful over someone who was a good, decent human being to you.
For so long I convinced myself I wasn’t completely alone because there was somebody in Sweden who liked me.
It doesn’t even matter that I didn’t know him very well or that I only saw him a half dozen times over a three-year period.
He REPRESENTED something to me.
In the end, the friendship is what I’ll take away from this.
I expect the skewers of wistfulness and pangs of jealousy will decrease with time and OF COURSE the more I get to know the new guy, the more I wonder. . .
. . .The Swede, who?