Ghost from the Past

He snuck a gift set of this under my Christmas tree right before breaking up.

My life this week--and my talking GPS--has put me on a road that passes the place where someone I dated seriously still works, as far as I know. The road also winds by a restaurant we went to.

It's a strange feeling. Someone could still choose to hold a part of you....your words, your actions. How you wore your hair, the trip you took, the cake you baked, the perfume you wore back then [Anais Anais].

The huge red box of valentine chocolates, the day he met your grandmother, the hurt and puzzlement you felt at the end. The long phone conversations. The letters you wrote. Your younger heart. Your trust.

That's the risk with romance. You give things away that you can't retrieve. And then sometimes life's road takes you past them again and you can't help but be wistful.

Good night. Thankful for my H., who chose to love me back forever.

TCOY 

1. I made that healthy breakfast Amy inspired, and it was so good. Sauteed some onion in a dab of butter, added 2 eggs and handfuls of fresh spinach, then crumbled on a little feta. Ate with a few drops of hot sauce, sprinkle of sea salt and slice of whole-grain toast, lightly buttered.
2. Brought an orange for lunch.
3. Enjoying the book The Writer on Her Work.
4. Watched the 2012 documentary "Bill W." on demand tonight. It's about Bill Wilson, who founded Alcoholics Anonymous in the 1930s. Fascinating story. A friend recommended it.
5. Just washed a load of delicate laundry.