I had a blast from the past recently. I was visiting my old town, and catching up with some friends there.
One girl I knew from there moved back after living a few years in the midwest.
The story goes that we hung out a lot back in the day, especially considering that she was from a chassidic background.
But before I muster up enough courage to do anything about the crush I had for her, she gets engaged. I met the guy and he was a bit weird to talk to. We just had too many similar interests, senses of humor to get beyond a cursory conversation. I also didn't want to introduce myself to him as the guy who would get drunk with his fiancee, and crash on her bed. I also remember hating him for no real reason.
They get married, I move across the country, and she gets a divorce just as I move back to the same area. Now she has two little kids. I knew most of this already from facebook, but found it out for real over coffee.
Alceric, was this G-d talking to me? Hell, I don't know just how much she likes me, and as much as I love kids, I don't know if I could raise someone elses children.
I also made the stupid mistake of calling my ex over skype to get some stuff back. I don't really want it, but it was useful to get a conversation going. Since I left, nothing has changed in her life. Except the guy she was seriously dating before that dumped her is about to propose to her again. For no reason besides spite, I hope he isn't able to ever give her an orgasm like I did.
Shes the same condescending, bitter person I remember her as. I don't know why I still want her.