Do you believe in the saying, old lovers make the best friends? I do.

Old lovers know you so intimately. They have seen you naked, drunk, crying, laughing …sometimes all at the same time. You’ve walked miles in the park, swapping funny childhood tales. French kissed for hours with tongues burnt purple with too much cabernet.

Then one day, for whatever reason, they are gone from your side. They slowly stop inhabiting your dreams. There’s a goodwill box in the Aldi’s parking lot, and you finally, gently, stuff their old sweatshirt into it. Without tears.

Years later, you’re out with your today lover or your spouse and you run into them. Your eyes meet but you don’t speak, they know how to find you, you know they will, and they don’t disappoint.
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