During class my mind drifted a bit. I was listening to U2's Unforgettable Fire album this morning. I'm feeling a bit nostalgic lately. That album was big when I was in high school (yes, I'm old). What brought it on was a very unexpected facebook visitor the other day. My high school boyfriend, Eric, contacted me via facebook. He was my first love. The first guy to make my heart beat out of my chest, my first everything. His message was simple. He was wondering how I was doing. I sent back a message with a very short update (how do you update somebody after 22 years?) and said it was good to hear from him. He wrote back with an update on his life. He's in the coast guard, has been married 13 years and has 3 beautiful children. Then he said something so shocking. He wanted to apologize for the way he treated me in high school because he said I'm a good person with a good heart. I told him thank you but it's not necessary, we were all kids just learning about love and dating. He said back, I wanted to say that, it makes me feel better. I read that message and I felt so proud of him. Maybe that's a strange reaction, but Eric was a bit of a ladies man in high school. Too good looking for his own good. I knew he cared about me, but we were so young. I was so proud of him for going away from his home town, joining the coast guard, growing up, getting married, finding happiness. And to think of me, 22 years later, and want to tell me I'm a good person and that he's sorry for something that happened so long ago made me feel, well.....special.
So now, I switch my ipod back to something current, and content from yoga, jump in the shower and head off to a birthday party of an adult friend. Enough of nostalgia.