A week and a half ago I was reunited with a past boyfriend - the first love. So great to see him. So great to maintain contact and FINALLY (four years later) have the "relationship reenactment." The RR is absolutely necessary for me in most break-ups (what can I say? I like closure.) yet with this one I moved on (relatively quickly).
We talked about why we broke up. Although mutual, it was still a bit of a mystery. First Love talked about how hard it was when we broke up and how he's been measuring every other girl against me and no one's quite measured up. Wow. Naturally all sorts of memories came up which made us wonder if this newfound whatever should turn into a refound love.
After our initial hour-long convo I was torn as to what to do. I asked him to give me a week to think and pray about things. And then reality set in that there were a lot of reasons to be cautious.
We chatted today and he said we should be friends (real friends - not fake ones, he's willing to make effort). He seemed really hung up on the fact that he didn't know what brought this on. And you think I do?! It's not as if I liked the possiblity of dating yet ANOTHER boyfriend for a second time. I feel good. I'm just so glad someone else made a decision.
Doesn't mean I wouldn't WMF him though ...
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