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Sometimes I remember them, well I always remember them…but sometimes I dwell on the remembrance. I wrap it around me like a blanket and snuggle down deep into the warmth it brings me. I’m still friends with all of them…it’s almost a claim to fame. Most of them bring a smile to my face…the few that do not are simply because there was little point to the relationship in the first place. I remember them all fondly, the good ones, the bad ones…the ones that still seem to know me like they used to. Some of them still hurt and I’m surprised by that fact every time. It’s an odd hurt, one I’m not sure most people have felt…you see when you love someone and you “lose” them, but don’t really_it’s hard to realize the new reality. And when I say love I don’t mean high-school-puppy-dog-love. I mean real full blown love: sacrificial, protective, monumental love.
Even with all the wrongs that have been done, these men still make up some of my closest friends, the ones who can most often shoot me straight. We can look back and discuss why our relationships didn’t last and even talk about possibilities of restarting in a pro and con type way.
Even with all the wrongs that have been done, these men still make up some of my closest friends, the ones who can most often shoot me straight. We can look back and discuss why our relationships didn’t last and even talk about possibilities of restarting in a pro and con type way.