Excerpts From A Book I'll Never Write

5 Years

  This year would have made 5 years. 5 sober years away from you. 5 years of me wondering what happened to you. Years of me wondering if you ever thought of me as often as I thought of you. 5 peaceful years of the occasional thought. And then it happened. You waltzed back into my life. I let you, I'll admit it. I figured for some dumb reason we would pick up where we left off. Then you broke the news. You're engaged. About to start your life. But instead of a quick hello and goodbye, you called me up and we talked for hours. You lured me back in. You brought up the "what ifs" and "could have beens" of our relationship. And for what? A final blow?