I feel like the stalker, ex-girlfriend who stalks around the old stomping grounds of the graveyard of “our place.”
Blog: Oh. Hey….how’s it going? Haven’t seen much of you lately.
Me: Yea, well I’ve been busy. Really busy. But good busy, ya know? I’ve just needed some “Me Time;” clear my head.
Blog: I’m glad you did. You look good. No, really you do.
Me: Aw thanks. I actually ran the Marine Corp Half Marathon last weekend…didn’t do as well as I hoped. 2:12…a little slower than the Dexter-Ann Arbor half…
Blog: But that’s still great…good for you…good for you.
Me: Thanks. Thanks.
Blog: I heard you moved.
Me: Yea, actually I did. We bought a house.
Blog: Cool. I wish you would have let me know; I would have helped. Everything all settled?
Me: Yea, actually we are. Both my parents and in-laws are coming down for the Lions vs. Jaguars games in November.
Blog: That’ll be nice. Tell em I said hi.
Me: Definitely. Definitely.
Blog: So … how’s work? Still loving RCSA?
Me: More than I could have ever expected. My students are awesome. They impress me everyday. Right now they’re working on a symbolism project centered on the novel, Speak.
Me: She’s great. She likes the new house.
Blog: Sounds like life has been good to you since last we saw each other.
Me: Yea, it’s all good……….I miss you! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t blurt things out like that. We had an agreement, and I wasn’t supposed to even come around here, but I miss you. I do.
Oh wow. I am really flattered. I didn’t think that you thought of me…I thought you had moved on. I don’t know what to say really.
Me: I know. I know. It’s not fair what I’ve done, but I assure you that if you leave the door open, even just a crack, I will prove that I am a good blogger, and won’t leave you again. You. Complete. Me.
Blog: I dunno, Babe. You’ve done this before.
Me: And I’ve come back. I always come back.
Me: Just one more chance…
Blog: Alright. Alright, I’ll give you another chance.
Me & Blog: