It’s interesting how life decides to show itself.
A couple of weeks ago, I had a conversation with a former high school crush. I hadn’t talked nor seen this person in 11 years. It started from a random IG message and ended in a late night FaceTime call.
We shared drunken memories, early 2000s music, 90s kid references, and caught up on life since we’d last seen one another.
As the conversation went on, I couldn’t help but put myself in the “high school” version of me.
A former crush contacting me after all these years?
Sounds like a dream a come true for any high school girl, right?
The conversation would’ve likely satisfied the “high school me” back then.
Then reality sets in.
…and that isn’t the case anymore.
Lifestyles don’t match up, different personality styles, I just didn’t see the overlap as I once did before.
It’s a part of my life that I wasn’t interested in getting into again.
I was okay with it being a part of my past, but knew it didn’t have a place in my future.
Over the past 11 years, I’ve matured. I have a better grasp on what kind of people I need in my life and recognize where the boundaries need to be drawn.
I realized during that conversation, that there is a time and place for everything.
People will come in and out of your life as new or recurring characters, new chapters, or make it to the happy ending.
It’s up to you to guide the story.