I've been absent. I was too embarassed to admit that I began seeing Evil Surfer Dude...again (sort of...okay, just once).
Don't look at me like that. Someone should slap me.
I sent him a three page break up email (so immature). In it, I detailed the ways in which we were not compatible. He ignorned my words.
As usual my teleportation device proved to be fully functional. Bam, he was on the doorstep a few days later. He declared his love.
But you can't go backwards. Even if you want to. In a way..I wanted to.
A few days before this I went on a date with "The Vern" who, as mentioned, stated that we would make a terrific married couple. He loved me for alot of years. We went on one of our famous progressive dinners. All the best restuarants in town from Splashes to Studio. But it wasn't the same. We could not go back.
It made me sad.
You have to get rid of the old in order to make room for the new.
At first I was embarassed. Then I realized that you can revisit the past as many times as you like in order to get it right.
But ultimately the past has to be discarded. Maybe the better word is released.
We have to release people...sometimes.