Sunday morning, I awoke from a dream, which is actually pretty usual for me. I do my deepest sleeping in the hours just before I wake, and sometimes, I remember what I dreamed about.
This one was....odd.
I was answering the door, and there stood a guy from my long-ago past. He was one of the two guys in my history that I consider to be "the one that got away." Or, more accurately, "the one I stupidly pushed away."
He looked me right in the eye and said "I'm here. And this time, we're going to talk. You know as well as I do that we're not going to be able to function without being in each other's lives, so you're going to open that door, and let me in. And we're going to talk."