I still love my ex. Unremarkable, right? But he had this uncanny way of looking through me. He's handsome. He's artistic. He's brilliant. Imperfect - blemished, one might even say, by his faults - but imperfect in just the right way as to inspire adoration. I would go out on a limb and say that so far, he's the only boy I've ever loved. But hey, lots of people still love their ex's. That's normal.
Now, I just met the sweetest boy and had the good fortune of becoming his girlfriend. I like him a lot, and he's treated me better in two weeks than anyone has before. My ex (who was not as good a boyfriend as this new guy) is safely out of the picture and miles away following a family dispute. So things are ok, right? It's not hard to move on if the distraction's good enough. And it is, it really is, because we connect, ya know? I could feel for him like I did for the last guy. I only don't because I haven't had enough time.
But wait... dun dun dunnnnnh... my ex is in town and tonight might be my last chance to see him, like, ever. We're still friends, so he asked me and another friend to dinner. But I'm real scared to even look at him, because just last night I was spouting speeches to my new boyfriend about how I don't ever want to hurt or deceive him. If I see my ex, it's all gonna flood back, and that could cripple my current relationship. I have no chance of revival with said ex. He's gone, gone, and nothing's gonna bring him back. But the simple fact of the matter is, I love him, and I don't need to be reminded of this by his charming smile and witty repartee.
Smart money says don't go. But what if I never get another chance to see him? As I said, we're supposed to be friends - that is to say, he's my friend and I do my best not to stare longingly at him when we're together.
God. This blows. I owe it to myself to see him and I owe it to myself to stay as far away as possible.
But I think I'm gonna go. This way I can say a proper "goodbye."
