The other night I was with my sister tooling around Facebook, trying to find my "first love's" profile.
"Why don't you just become friends with him?" she asked.
Such a simple question deserves a simple answer, but sadly, I had none.
I was talking about it the next day with someone, and it suddenly dawned on me why I couldn't bring myself to be Facebook friends with someone that I hadn't seen or talked to in a really, really long time.
We are so immersed in the idea of the "right" amount of time that we need to allow after a break up in order to contact a person. It's always a gamble--is two weeks enough? 3 months? a year?
I seriously hadn't thought that 19 years was enough time to give a person to get over it. 19 years.
I emailed him immediately.
And he replied!
UPDATE: So, ReMax broker just sent me a REAL email, on my gmail. As opposed to the wimpy little "nice to hear from you" on Facebook. I opened up my mail and I'm like "who the hell is this?" It was him. It was nice. He's happy, and I'm happy for him. But wow, it makes me realize how much people change, and how I really, somehow, have not.