Wistful

Today I heard from an old friend ... and as a result am feeling terribly, incredibly wistful.

Why is it that all of the ghosts of boyfriends past seem to circle back around at inopportune times? They've been radio silent, we've parted ways years ago, and suddenly they're in touch. Of course by now they're married, with children, and curious about what's going on with me.

Most are bygones, I'm not remotely interested in having a friendship with them after all these years in any shape or form ...

I don't get it - why they suddenly think we can resurrect a friendship? One ex went so far as to send me a secret admirer letter. Then said he doesn't have anything in common with his wife and wouldn't I play games with him on pogo.com? Just weird.

No good can come of it was what I say.

Except today.

That exact same whoosh of feelings burst out after eight years. Eight friggin' years! I'm giddy all over again. Amazingly so.

As much as I miss his friendship and crave it, tonight I ache. Buckets-full of ache.

Woe is wistful, wistful me.