Moving into the memory of the one who got away

I've been having a really weird time lately. I moved in with a friend who is letting me stay with her until I get back on my feet (find another place...find another job), and that's cool. The problem is that she lives very, very close to where I once lived when I was seriously devoted to another woman. This woman was THE woman, and I was going to pretty much be spending the rest of my life with her. It's been about a decade now since we went separate ways, and I'll be honest that I never got over it.

Unfortunately, I'm now in the exact same location where I was ten years ago. I was at Grand Avenue today getting something to eat, and I realized I was in our old neck of the woods. I kept expecting her to just show up. Almost every woman that walked by seemed like it was her. And I'm pretty sure she doesn't even live there anymore.

I then walked down to the lake and sat by the water on one of the benches, drinking a soda. It was a beautiful day. And then I watched the people walk by and jog by. This was where we used to walk, every day. We walked around the lake every day and all I could think was this was the place, and she was probably going to be coming around the bend at any moment.

But she never did. Instead, it was just me and my soda. And lots of strangers.

I'm not sure I like where I'm located right now.

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