Friday, November 18, 2005

Literally ran into the car of an ex-someone last night on the way home. He offered me a ride which I ordinarily wouldn't have taken except for the cold. Was a bit of a shock, as had not seen or heard from him in a number of years (didn't part ways on the best of terms).

He's doing well; said that I looked like I was doing well for myself. Liked the haircut (or was being polite about it. It's been shockingly short for about three weeks, now.) When he got to the corner where my house is, said our goodbyes. Asked if I'd like to have lunch with him sometime soon. Told him that I was going away for a while to visit family, so not soon.

Don't know how to feel about this. I was thankful for the ride home and am genuinely happy that he's realizing everything he'd set out to do. Don't know that I feel like having lunch with a person who did the number on my heart that he did. I don't know that I'd be able to eat, and wasting food's a sin.


Meade said...

If I may... whatever you decide to do, be, set your boundaries and protect your heart as if it were a dear sweet child for whom you alone have full responsibility and then, either way, lunch or no lunch, you'll be fine.

Be said...

Oh, I know to 'touch the wounded heart like a wounded eye.' - actually, the heart's hardened a lot since seeing the person in question. I'd just hate to think that I was being a a bad restaurant costumer and not eating what was put in front of me. It's sort of like Nappy's dilemna with the going to restaus not to eat culture.