I passed an old pizza place my college boyfriend and I used to go at least once a week this weekend. It's been thirteen years, but my mind reached far back and I could see the two of us sitting there in the front booth, eating a large cheese pizza in front of the big-screen TV, watching ESPN.
Then I felt sad just for a bit because of the way it all turned out. I think it's ok to mourn the death of what we had and and in no way is it a reflection of the feelings I have now for my husband. I was crushed - devastated (I'm talking Bella in New Moon) when he broke it off after three years. He was my first love and I guess it's true you always keep a little tiny place in your mind for these memories.
But I know now it was for the best. I spent my senior year single and found my forever best friend, got a tattoo (with said best friend) and partied a bit (sorry mom) with that same best friend. (That same best friend that's headed to LA with me in less than two weeks!!!)
I was single for four years, found myself, found my career, then found my sweet hubs - who "did not want a relationship" but couldn't say no to me.
Isn't it strange how these memories kinda pop up out of nowhere sometimes and they just kinda throw you back for a minute? Do guys experience these same kind of feelings, or is it just us emotional gals?