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Relationships come and go, some of them leave a mark, some of them don’t. One of my last relationships was one of those that was oh so fleeting. It was a moment in time, a blur of sorts, something that happened, though I can’t even remember it happening. I don’t think it’s even fair to call it a relationship, it was more like an intense, momentary fling.
I still remember the person exists and I remember we shared passionate moments, but it’s all a blur, almost like it’s unreal. I don’t miss her but I know she existed and I sometimes wonder about her life. If that makes any sense at all?
There are people from my past that I do miss and think of on occasion, this is not really one of those. It’s just a person whom I shared some passionate intimacy with, one whom I shared what I thought was some deep times with, and then she just disappeared on me. I simply had no choice but to simply forget that it ever happened and carry on with my life.
I don’t miss her, but I’m aware she’s out there in the world, I know she exists, but I promise, I don’t miss her.
Growing Up Bronx