Yesterday, I chanced upon a set of my ex-boyfriend's photos with his current love. It made me a little sad, realizing that some of the things that I used to think belong to us (places that we went, things that we did), were stuff that he probably shared with all of his gfs.
And then I realized that I'd stumbled across happiness that was not meant for me to share.
Today, I chanced upon a bunch of photos that belonged to abc and his ex-es and flings. It made me a little mad, realizing that many of the things that I think belong to us (places that we went, things that he did), were stuff that he has previously shared with some of his gfs.
And then I realized that I'd stumbled across happiness that had already turned to dust.
The important thing is his happiness is with me now, so why should I care. :)
I met up with an ex boyfriend for lunch the other day. The SAI king. And it made me a little reminiscent about the old days. (Actually, it was more like I was thinking, what on earth did I see in him back then.) He made me realize that my own memories overlap. The places that I went, and the things that I did.
Over the years, people change, but the change come small, and the change come slow. People probably like doing the same things for awhile. People probably like going the same places for awhile. People probably like eating the same food for awhile. How wrong is it that they want to share these with the love of their lives? I think, none at all. :)
So then ABC, it's made me a little sad knowing that there's a predecessor to this photo, taken at a similar place, with a similar pose, and very likely taken by the same damn phone too.
But I hope when we pass by places like that, I better be the only person you'd even think of taking another picture with.
