The boys discovered the lower, corner shelf whereon my and P’s yearbooks are housed, pulled them out, and then read all the wildly inappropriately sexual things my schoolmates wrote chewed on the pages.
Naturally, I read what my high school/college boyfriend wrote to me.
His little sister, my little sister too, for the 5+ years we were together, got married last weekend. And I wasn’t invited. And I was so hurt and kind of crushed and wildly inappropriately emotional all weekend.
So (obviously), reading corny high school promises of forever love was the healthy antidote to my heartache.
Beyond reminding me that P’s being so articulate was one of the first things that drew me to him, I was reminded that while D was a crap boyfriend (in lots of ways I was an even worse girlfriend), he was a pretty terrific friend.
I texted him a Hello! and we went back and forth. And it was actually, real-life-healthy. He invited us to a game night and gave me glimpses of the him I knew then and the him I don’t really know anymore. I apologized for having led him on all those years ago, even though it wasn’t my intention (sooo deep for a random Monday morning, but it needed to be said).
So, after being friends for three years, then dating for 4.5, then trying to make it work for another year, then me moving on likethis and it taking him a few more years but finally finding someone who works, for a total of 14 years-worth of back and forth (half of my life!)…we may just be on our way back to where we started.
And we’re good.
One more round of reminiscing for the day: Prom, 2001 (cardigans and dark nail polish 4 life)
“i stupidly memorize my credit card and use it about thrice weekly for online shopping. the only reason i don’t bankrupt myself is that i return about 75% of what i buy. i have a whole system down for returning online shopping: a tape gun, a printer for return labels. that has replaced traditional window shopping in my life, as i’ve gotten busier. my office at work has seen more fashion shows than lincoln center.”—
This is my life. I live in fear that I am going to be included on some list of people who order too much online and return it. It is my greatest shame. Seriously. It is one of the main reasons I was concerned about moving in with G. He’d know how much I shop and return.