Sliding doors

I like (loath) to think we have lived our own Sliding Doors life for the past 3 years. December 18th 2019 we were supposed to meet for a drink after 4 years both single and apart. I was ready to kiss you again, to dive back into the love we shared that I pushed away so many years ago. I know you would have taken me back. 

But we didn’t meet. And then you met someone else.

Then the pandemic arrived. Then you moved in together…

Then I got really drunk last week and text you my truth. 

And of course you were so gracious and kind, and made me feel loved without doing her wrong. I hated the pain of life’s timing all over again. There’s no one like you. 

I feel like it’s still written in the stars, we just have to wait.