every couple of years or so, a woman i had a strange, fraught, not-relationship with comes back into my world just a little bit. she now lives in australia and is in a happy relationship. i, of course, have been married for a little over 5 years to a woman i love deeply.
but this woman in australia still kind of haunts me. we talk and i remember exactly how it felt to be 20 and deeply, primally, terrifyingly attracted to her. i imagine what it could've been.
sometimes we talk about another universe in which we let whatever we had play out and it's kind of painful yet a really lovely world to briefly inhabit.
i don't believe in soul mates or that's there's only one true love for any person. i wonder if my conversations with this woman are a window into another dimension of sorts; perhaps an acknowledgment of the absurdity of choice.
but this woman in australia still kind of haunts me. we talk and i remember exactly how it felt to be 20 and deeply, primally, terrifyingly attracted to her. i imagine what it could've been.
sometimes we talk about another universe in which we let whatever we had play out and it's kind of painful yet a really lovely world to briefly inhabit.
i don't believe in soul mates or that's there's only one true love for any person. i wonder if my conversations with this woman are a window into another dimension of sorts; perhaps an acknowledgment of the absurdity of choice.