It is too late

Saw someone I used to date. I had moved on. Eventually. He had not. I could tell.

Spent a little time together. He wanted to offer something of his to me. I did not wan to take anything but I received it anyway. a piece of kevlar, the world strongest thread. I talked to him. I held his hand but I felt absolutely nothing but a slight sadness.

When things were over it was over. It was never meant to be prolonged. It was never meant to be remembered. He had not one but two new girlfriends. He was always very honest with me. He was never honest with them. I knew more about them than they know about him, combined.

I told him about my love for B. I need to be with B. I love him like no other. I need to be B's and B's only. He told me about the theories. I told him that I've never loved someone this long. This consistently. I need him like I need air.

Where do I go from here. I don't know.

But I do know that my ability to forget and to move on is pretty amazing. But when I love someone, it became undying love.

It is too late for him to have a chance with me. I've moved on. I should. I ought to. I have.