Too many times over the weekend I read over his messages and our chat. They made me smile.
I looked at his Facebook account. There were dozens of photos! I clicked on every photo posted, soaking up details about his home, his family, his pets, and his travels. But mostly, I stared at him. He still had a full head of dark hair, broad shoulders, a trim body and a beautiful smile. I cringed thinking of the half dozen photos of me online… the frumpy older lady with her husband at some party. I hate cameras! Thank goodness my profile photo was one of me alone of a carousel with my hair down and a big smile.
It felt like this huge thing had happened. Which seemed silly, but there you have it.
I told other people the news and began to pick up more facts about him.
- My little sister was out of town, so I sent her an email.
From:
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Phil Xxxxx (view profile)
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To:
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my name |
Sent:
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August 18, 2010 08:28:29 AM
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Subject:
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Hi, from Phil!
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Hey, how have you been? Hope life has treated you well.
Living in DC now, still in the military and enjoying it. I get to the old home town several times a year. Still many great memories. |
- I sent a Facebook message to my best friend from high school, asked her if she remembered him. She said she did and she couldn’t believe I didn’t because I had adored him and been so hurt when we broke up. She remembered that he had long brown hair and was an athlete. She thought it was a good thing it wasn’t one of my other goofy boyfriends (that she’d also dated) that had contacted me.
- I went to visit my mom and dad. They remembered him fondly from church, said he had a beautiful voice and sang in the choir. My mother said he was a good boy, always around to help out at events. She thought she’d seen a photo in the local paper that he was promoted.
- I told my online penpals. There were about half a dozen friends I wrote to every week. I was fascinated at how their reactions varied from curiosity to a warning about married men who contact old flames to ignoring that news altogether!
- I told my husband I’d heard from my first boyfriend in high school, and that he wanted to take me out for pizza when he was up here in December. He thought that was interesting.