If I Needed to Prove I’m Over It…

The dry spells are full of that itching feeling in the back of my throat, but, God, when it rains…

Keep your head above water.

Sarah texted me out of nowhere last night. I didn’t recognize the number, but I knew exactly who it was.

I was hung up on her for years (five of them), and yeah, I’m the one who attempted to re-initiate contact (back in April). I wrote a long, heartfelt letter about how much I had once loved her. She responded three months late, and I had every intention of getting back in touch with her, but I just didn’t for some reason or another. I was busy, I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know if I really wanted to reestablish communication, etc.

When I signed onto FB today, I saw that she had sent me another message: “If only you’d reply…”

There was only a twinge of guilt.
But sorry, deary, I really like the one I’m with.