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I read a post from a dear friend of mine but just a second ago. He called me Laurenzo... For some reason that old nickname of mine never sounded so good. What is it about people that were apart of your past? Why do the ones you love the most not get to be apart of your future...or your present? My ex boyfriend called me the other day...Ben, yet another plast from my past. It was so good to hear from him. Could turn back time? Just for a few moments? Just to remember what it was like and soak up each moment. Can I be the person I once was?