Old Memories Tarnished
In a previous post, I mentioned how I had come across an old flame, and wondered if I should go and say hello. Lots and lots of memories/baggage involved.
I spoke to him today. Yes, he remembered me. Yes, we had a (semi) normal conversation.
And, yes, I regret it. The past should have been left in the past. I'm kinda glad I spoke to him, only because if I hadn't I would have always wondered 'What if...' but the reality? Meh.
He remembered the skank that hung around with us more - though he had seen her more recently. (Remember we are talking 15 or so years here). He didn't offer up anything about his own life except when I asked after his son. He remembered the name of the street the skank lived on at the time, but only a guess (a wrong one) at the suburb I lived.
He did automatically presume I was teaching at university rather than a student there, which was interesting. (He used to comment on my intelligence)
He suggested we get together another time, but I have no intention of following up. I had such special memories of him, and now they seem tarnished.
I spoke to him today. Yes, he remembered me. Yes, we had a (semi) normal conversation.
And, yes, I regret it. The past should have been left in the past. I'm kinda glad I spoke to him, only because if I hadn't I would have always wondered 'What if...' but the reality? Meh.
He remembered the skank that hung around with us more - though he had seen her more recently. (Remember we are talking 15 or so years here). He didn't offer up anything about his own life except when I asked after his son. He remembered the name of the street the skank lived on at the time, but only a guess (a wrong one) at the suburb I lived.
He did automatically presume I was teaching at university rather than a student there, which was interesting. (He used to comment on my intelligence)
He suggested we get together another time, but I have no intention of following up. I had such special memories of him, and now they seem tarnished.