Two years ago I ran into an old highschool boyfriend at a business function. He was married (10 years), 4 kids, not too happy, you get the gist? We hung out a bit after the event, then one evening we went out for a drink and to talk. He was miserably married and needed someone to talk to. I listened. We walked out, said goodnight. I reached to hug him and he planted the most emotionally charged kiss on me that I think I've ever experienced to date. I mean a curl your toes, leg pop, knock your socks off kiss!
We continued to talk a bit but I knew that I was a distraction in his life and he needed to focus on working out his problems. So, I did the right thing and said that maybe he should go figure out his life and call me if he ever figured it out. I didn't want to further complicate a friendship or his relationship by getting involved....I also knew that if I did I'd lose my heart completely. He's just one of those people and we both felt some incredible connection.
Two years later......
Recently I break it off with a summer fling and I come into work to find an IM from guess whoooo? That's right, the high school flame. He and wifey have been separated for a while (living under same roof but in different spaces for financial reasons) then the day after my birthday he moved out. He just broke it off with his summer fling uhh, on the same day I did with mine. There are many more similarities to our situations...but in the interest of not boring you to death, I'll stop. I will add that he confessed that he went through some difficulty to find me again.
Anyway, we went out last night for dinner. I think I'm a little freaked out. Could it be fate?