Don't bring the kindling, this fire is out

The guy that called me earlier this week was someone I was once obssessed with - completely and totally. It was a great relationship - in my mind. In his, not too much. I drove friends crazy talking about him all the time. And all the time, I didn't mean that much to him.

I admit there is something about this guy that speaks to me in a way that sets him apart from most of the men I've met. Finally, after all these years, I've managed to shake him, kind of Etch-a-Sketch style.

Still find him charming and funny. Do I want to try and draw this out - maybe start a new whatever? Nah.