I Got Back Together With My Ex

It didn’t work out.

After over 20 years apart I started I decided to track down my ex. Turns out she was easy to find.  She was startled to hear from me and even more surprised when I told her I still loved her and wanted to see if we could give it another try.

I told her that over the years she had entered my mind many times and sometimes I almost called, that I had started letters and e-mails and never sent them and she was even in my dreams and I just had to know.

So she agreed to meet.

That first coffee shop meeting was exciting for us both. We could see the younger version of ourselves and there was enough electricity to move on to the next level. So I dressed up nice and came over to her place. It was just like I remembered it. A few updates here and there, but it seemed like home. She had slimmed down over the years; actually she was as lean as a long distance runner. Though I liked her better bigger, I respected her efforts to remain healthy. Or was she anorexic?

Within weeks we had jumped into the deep end and we spending all our time together. It started out great. It was fun to talk about the old times and listen to the old songs. She loved those old songs and listened to the same playlist every day. But new music? Forget about it.  She just wanted things to be like they always were and they aren’t. Time has passed. I have changed. The world has changed. But she barely changed at all. At first, that was cool, but she just didn’t get where I was coming from and as quickly as we came back together we drifted apart.

In just a few months I knew we were doomed, but I hung in there. I suggest fun new things we could do together, but she would hardly even consider them. I found myself looking around. Damn it. This seemed like a good idea and now I am half way out the door. But I stuck around, half-heartedly, I admit, and it was clear that she knew…and one day she announced that it was time for me to leave.

So I packed up my computer, threw my business cards in the trash and walked out of that Classic Rock radio station.

FM Radio. She once so sexy and wild and fun and free, but now she has become so cold and old and tired. There was a time I loved her with all my heart. But now I needed to get back to the 21st century.

And it’s good to be here. I like the future and that Spotify chick is super cute.

 

Photo: “Chesapeake Moonset” by Chelsea Clough 2015

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