I saw my x the other day and it was weird. Weird because at one time this is the man I loved enough to marry and wanted to spend the rest of my life with. And now? He's no more than someone I used to know, a vague memory of another lifetime. Weird because this is the man I once vowed to love for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, til death do us part and now he's like a friend I haven't seen since high school. We exchange pleasantries, ask how the family is and good to see you's.
A few weeks ago I asked the where does love come from? Now I want to know: where does love go?
what were we, 12? and could my glasses be any bigger?
