the case of the ex....

Watching tonight's Buffy. She's confronted by her ex from two seasons ago.

I often wonder what would happen if my ex suddenly appeared in my life. Somehow, somewhere. It's happened a couple of times since our disgusting, horrible, disastrous, evil, sickening, devastating, heart-wrenching breakup nearly 5 years ago. Did I mention I'm fine?

Actually I am fine. Happy to report that even though I thought at the time that I would never survive the gut-tearing ache in my heart.... I did. I actually did. Time moved me on; not only that, but I was strong enough to move on. I made it. It's almost 5 years now and I survived. As I tried to sing to myself at the time "I Will Survive," I actually did.

Anyway, the strange occurrence of running into the ex has happened a few times since. The last time was the summer of 2000 while I was heading to a drugstore for a current-cold remedy and somehow, somewhere I ran into him. So strange. So weird. So non-important feeling. I didn't feel anything really; it was just there. I was just there; he was just there; we were just there. And we talked; we walked; we spent a few hours together, as if old friends-- or acquaintances really. We didn't speak, didn't reminisce about the difficult love that was ours years ago. We just hung; and then hugged good-bye. We haven't connected since. Well, actually, I checked in on him on September 11th last year because I worried he was in NYC; he wasn't; he was fine.

The case of the ex is closed, but will seemingly be an endless case on my shelf of life. I need to add a few new cases to that shelf; or at least one. But catching a case of this can be hazardous to my health. Well, I suppose I could use a healthy new case to infect my life with song.