Maybe it’s Maybelline. But maybe it’s Mercury Retrograde.
My stroll down (er, across the highway from) Memory Lane … where I looked back at some guys I could have ended up with (but am not altogether unhappy I didn’t) … took a turn.
I just heard from the one I thought I would marry.
Every once in a while, I get an accidental message from him.
No big deal; Siri mixes up two of my Chrises all the time. So they know of each other now.
I gotta say, I am pleased to know I’m still in Mike’s phone.
We were shoved into an uncomfortable exchange a couple Fourth of Julys ago.
I ran into our mutual friend Kim, and she stuck us in a group chat.
I was annoyed, as Mike had walked away from me and I had done a LOT of healing to get over him.
And he did his level best to talk to HER in the group chat and not even say hello to me.
I deleted the chat without having typed a word into it.
Last year he sent me an accidental message.
I deleted that too.
Silent all these years, Tori Amos.
Today I decided to be an adult. He was texting someone about funeral arrangements.
So I said “You got the wrong girl, but I am very sorry for your profound loss.”
We ended up having a lovely chat.
That’s what happens when you grow up.
Proud of us both.