The Past In the Present

I found my college ex on Facebook this afternoon.

It's been years since I saw him. Many years. Too many.

I've moved cross country, re-invented my life, fallen in love, and had my heart broken much worse than he was able to do. I've dated several different people and made hundreds of new friends. I've discovered new talents and mastered old ones. I've forgiven and moved on from the hurt that came from the turbulent relationship we shared. I rarely even think about him any more.

And yet, there was a strange, sad pang in my heart when I saw his picture.