A Writer's 21st Century Memoir.

Oregon Or Bust (Part 11)

I’ve been here before a few times
And I’m quite aware we’re dying
And your hands they shake with goodbyes
And I’ll take you back if you’d have me
So here I am I’m trying
So here I am are you ready

Come on let me hold you touch you feel you
Kiss you taste you all night

Blink-182, Always

“Need a drink. There’s something about you that I just can’t let go of…”

My friend from second grade’s ex wasn’t handling their break-up as well as everyone had thought, but it was too late to make things work now after my friend and her long lost lover from Oregon reunited in our hometown. Instead—we let the poor guy put a sappy Blink-182 music video up on his wall and complain about how he missed my best friend.

A few weeks with her childhood love had shifted my best friend’s thoughts from slightly upset about the break-up to walking on sunshine with their rekindled love. She was really happy about her life and all that was going on it, but something about the post her ex had left on his Facebook wall made her feel terrible.

“I don’t want to get back with him but I feel so horrible,” my friend said in regards to her ex. “I never wanted to hurt him, and I can’t even really imagine how he must feel because it looks like he seriously liked me and I mean, I liked guys but never really like that, and it always ended badly so I was always angry and got over them like that.” She snapped her fingers. “I feel so bad. I always wanted all the other assholes to feel like crap, but he was the best boyfriend I ever had and he treated me so well. He doesn’t deserve this. I want him to be happy. He deserves to be immensely happy.”

Where have I heard that one before? I thought in my head after listening to my friend talk about her situation.

“My ex did the same thing after I broke up with him, but now we’re both totally moved on,” I said to my friend. “He was a great boyfriend and I felt bad about how he felt after we broke up too. Recently he’s found a sweet girl in his home town, and I have a boyfriend now. Eventually he will get over you and you won’t feel as sorry for him as you do now. Time really does heal all wounds—he just needs a little more of it.”

To read the journey from the beginning click here.

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