Every time I have ever fallen in
love, it has been for good.
I was
poignantly reminded of this when my most recent ex-girlfriend called me a week ago, out of the blue. She asked me if I was going to
come up and visit her. I said why not
this weekend.. so there you have it, I drove up in the
middle of Friday
night to see her. And it was wonderful and horrid at the same time... because it was so great to see her again, but at the same time, it wasn't. She was the one person I felt I had
everything in common with, a
connection with, all that.. and we just sorta fell back into the
comfortable closeness that
sharing a brain with someone has. At the same time, I had to
swallow the fact that I could never
hold her quite like I once did, I could never
kiss her with the
passion that I still had for her. She still has a
huge part of me, tied to her
heart, and the knife she left in my soul twisted deeper when we cried on each other's shoulders for the
pain we both suffered.
I don't want that piece of me back. I gave it to her willingly once, and it is hers forever now.