Meet with ex boyfriend
I twist the band on my left ring finger. I see him at the door before he sees me. I watch him look around the room. The whole scene freezes. I am transported back 20 years: surrounded by Gothic architecture on our East Coast college campus. We were a brochure for young love.SEE VIDEO BY TOPIC: Meeting Up With My EX BOYFRIEND..
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Lunch With My First Love, 20 Years Later
I twist the band on my left ring finger. I see him at the door before he sees me. I watch him look around the room. The whole scene freezes. I am transported back 20 years: surrounded by Gothic architecture on our East Coast college campus. We were a brochure for young love. We made it look good; we made it look easy. And it was good and easy, for a very long time.
Now, I see him see me and his face lights up. I know that face by heart. I look away, pretend to dig through my purse. I can feel any and all sense and rationality leaving my body. How many times have I imagined this meeting in the past decade? I rise to hug him. Our bodies still fit so well together.
I pull away fast. The restaurant chain holds great significance for us. But when we had arrived, waiting for our table, we sized up the portions: tiny, avant-garde shavings of fish, a lone carrot slice, two pieces of lettuce as either garnish or salad, it was difficult to tell.
My hands are shaking. He notices. I nod as I try to dab my glistening forehead with my sleeve. It would just worry him. It is loud and crowded and smells like grease and cleaning supplies. It feels illicit. I let myself really look at him for the first time.
He is almost 40 now and has a few gray hairs to prove it. I wonder what he notices in me — new lines around my mouth and eyes? He reaches across the table for my hands. He smiles, and I see the boy I loved in the man across from me. We were on-again, about to be off-again.
He always did the breaking up, three times over eight years. He nods, waves his hand in the air as if to do away with any small talk. Our exchanges back and forth. I saved them all, you know. Some were from our best days in college; some were during the bad ones, long distance. You seem surprised. I nod. I nod again. I knew.
His eyes start to water. We both laugh, which suddenly makes me cry, too. I miss my youth! Where does the history go when the relationship ends? He rests his forehead on the table for a moment. He stands up and moves over to my side of the booth, scoots in next to me, so close our arms touch. Our instinct, still there: We always took such care of one another.
When we broke up the first time, while I was still in college and he had already graduated and was overseas on a fellowship, we wailed on the phone at international long-distance rates.
It was not as much a breakup as a severing, a physical pain. When we hung up that night, he called my best friend and told her to go to my dorm room and stay with me. She did. I loved the way he loved me, even when he was breaking my heart. I was barely 19 the night we met, at a dorm party. I was punch-drunk and overconfident, lit up with a combination of cheap beer and his electric eyes searing through me. I told him I was going to be a writer someday.
He was so handsome it was offensive. I had to back up to take it all in, his big brown eyes and broad shoulders. I steadied myself on the doorframe. The kinds of stories with love in the title. I thought I did, but what I had known up until him were bruises to my ego, nowhere near my heart. Two years later, for my 21st birthday, he gave me an antique Corona typewriter from I laugh. Lately, I am a professional sandwich-crust-remover and boo-boo kisser. I spend more time in the grocery store than I do at my desk.
He returns to his side of the booth. It is noisy, yet all I hear is him. But the topics have changed. We talk about our children, their Lego sets, our favorite books. Love and lust are replaced by micromanaging and keeping score over who last loaded the dishwasher. But these are thoughts I would never tell my ex. They are so fleeting, too damning.
I know it. Why did you end it? I know the cost to asking these sorts of questions. It is not how I imagined it, in the version where he admits he messed up. I should feel better. I should feel vindicated. But it feels awful, and I am furious. I still remember my words from 13 years ago. I want to throw something at him. Overturn the table. Scream at the top of my lungs. They are sacred. I look out the window at the PlayPlace.
Kids scream, carefree, as they ride a merry-go-round shaped like a hamburger. My ex abruptly wipes his face. My kids are my life. I stare at him. My face burns. Before today, the last time I saw him was the final time we broke up. But the last time I spoke to him was two years later, 11 years ago. He was already living with the woman who would later become his wife. His restlessness was a perpetual state; he was never happy in the moment.
In that moment, I think of my children, the true loves of my life, and my husband, who chose me and continues to every day. I think about the antique typewriter on my desk at home, of the heartbreak I still try to revise. Already a subscriber? Log in or link your magazine subscription. Account Profile. Sign Out. Tags: it's complicated self relationships dating.
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It's a nice thought: having coffee with your ex lover. Spending a few hours one afternoon across from the person you once gave your heart to, now older, wiser. Theoretically, it could be both progressive and comforting to find space for an old flame in your new life. It would mean that it wasn't all for nothing — you're adults now, you can be civil, right? A friendship would validate the relationship's demise, wouldn't it?
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