I’ve been writing about an old boyfriend all morning. I’ve stopped now. I think I’m going to delete it. It’s not nice to write about a different time in your life. Cause it wasn’t about the old boyfriend – it was about that summer and how it affected my life. Still rude though, eh? I’ll get rid of it.
Just weird as i ran into the old boyfriend yesterday and read the blog of an old friend this morning who was sort of tied to the old boyfriend. Just weird. And rather nice as the memories flood back to me about that summer. But I guess it really isn’t important to anyone else but me anyhow.