I heard a rumor …
That someone in my recent past may want to come back.
They didn’t call me, of course.
In fact, I didn’t even hear their voice for a long, long time. Till today.
My immediate response was terror. I don’t know why. They can’t hurt me anymore.
But they can’t help or comfort or amuse or reassure me anymore, either. That feeling washed over me too.
I was also hoping they were happy. Or, at least, done coming off as somewhat gleeful at the havoc they wreaked, and actually happy with their decision.
So if they really want to come back, at least I’ve already gone through my stages of grief and can have a normal, human reaction in person.