One of the downfalls of being in my hometown is sporadic encounters with my ex. I usually dip before he even has the opportunity to speak to me but isn’t that funny? That I can now duck and dodge someone I once thought was it? It makes me think about my most recent ex. (Then again, doesn’t everything?) Even though our relationship was so much more than what I ever had with anyone else, I wonder if I’ll ever get to that point with him? Because right now it’s so hard for me to picture ever being so detached from the person I slept next to every night and shared every secret with that I’d go through extreme lengths to avoid him. People act like it’s inevitable though. Especially him. And I suppose, it is. I mean, when I reflect on the couple we used to be when we first met, I could’ve never fathomed we’d go on to do the things we’ve done to each other so I guess it is happening. Maybe I’ve been too blind to notice that I didn’t start missing him when we split; I was missing him for months before that. It’s just bizarre to me that when you first get your heart broken, you’re certain you’re not going to survive another second without that person  But those seconds pass. And turn into minutes, And then days. And then months.