Connections

I've been thinking a lot about connections the past two days. My first true love (ah, youth) contacted me on facebook after 16 or so years. I've been thrown back into a memory tailspin ever since. It's amazing to me that remembering comes so easily. It's like I saw him yesterday - I can still picture places we went and things we did. The relationship wasn't all roses. Hell, I was 17 when it started and he was 15 (yes, a younger man). But there is something sweet and innocent about the memories which have wrapped me up in a soft quilt of remembering.

And it's true, this type of connection hasn't been possible for long. Our social networking is growing by leaps and bounds. I guess the husband of a woman I grew up with is one of my old flames close friends. Or at least one of his facebook friends. Amazing the full circle-ness of it all.

And am I happy he contacted me? Yep. There's been some sort of healing the sorts of which I wasn't even aware I needed. He sent me a balm which is closing some open hurts - nothing that I could say has been bothering me for the past 16 years - but I cared so deeply for him it's nice to hear the I'm sorry.

And the truth is, it's giving me an opportunity to return to days I've long forgotten and remember myself, so full of hopes and promise, as I approach my 40th birthday. There is still some of that young girl inside of me and I'm happy to visit with her a while and walk with her into the what's next.

Thanks.