Well, there he is. I've searched and searched and searched for him. And now I've found him. His was one of my "unfinished" stories, that never saw the light of day, hidden in draft form, somewhere in the deep, dark bowels of this ancient blog, whose memory had been attached to the end of some other post, in the form of "to be continued." Lol, yeah... continued... suffice it to say, he was the one that got away, and I loved him for a very long time. In fact, I was in love with him when I married my first husband. I was also in love with him when I married my second husband. He popped up, once, years later, via snail mail, wanting to reconnect with my family. Both of us had divorced, I had remarried, and he had two girlfriends. It just wasn't to be. I told him to go away and never come back... basically. Not that I really wanted him gone, I just thought it would help the hurt, to go away faster.

He was right, you know. He tried to tell me. He knew I was making a mistake, when I married my first husband... because he knew that I still loved him. But I wouldn't listen. And that first mistake would spiral into many more, along my sad way. I was convinced that I'd never love, again, the way I'd loved him. I loved him even more than I'd loved my first love, and that was a lot. He'd meant much more, more than one might imagine. But, I couldn't have him... and didn't understand, then, why he'd drive so far, to keep me from making that dreadful mistake. I understand better, now, even if in only a very small way.

I dreamt of him years ago... a very strange dream... but oh so vivid. Ever since then, I've searched for him... and now, here he is...

He looks well. In fact, he looks even better then he did then. And I'm glad that he's happy, still... still...