Reply To This Post
About once a year, often in the spring, when the ice is thawing and people start to remember the small joys of being alive again, I find myself thinking back on my life and remembering one or another of the girls with whom things ended badly for whatever reason. One of the bare handful that I can sincerely and unashamedly say that I was wholeheartedly in love with. Especially if we've kept in touch and are both alone, I find myself thinking that I should call or write. That I should tell them I don't hold a grudge. That when I think back, almost everything I remember is good, and that I still miss them and care about them, and maybe we should stop being silly and give it another chance. Every year.
And then every year, April Fools day comes and goes and I forget to do it.
I should really set a reminder on my phone or something.
I'm Dan. I'm probably free this Friday.
- Location: Suburban Minneapolis
- it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
 | |
No comments:
Post a Comment