Why do I torture myself….

So I get home and check the e-mail and there is something from Classmates. By now I should know better, but I thought to myself, “Lets see who’s added themselves to the list.” So I’m going through the years and I come across an entry for someone that I knew before in high school. They have a bio and I click on it expecting it to say that he is still in Chicago and is getting married soon or something. No, he is back in San Francisco. Of course, all of the memories come back and I am looking over my shoulder like he is right behind me or something. Hmmm, chances are that I will never see him, but with my luck, I will run into him tomorrow.
Current mood: distressed
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