But when one actually slips through the cracks of statistics and lands right on your front door, what do you do? Do you take advantage of this fate chance of crossing paths again in a smoldering hot passionate reunion OR Do you grow weary of it, get angry and brush it to go away?

Emotionally I’d be weary, under what certain circumstances we parted ways in. It’s shaky ground, a ground that 9.5 out 10 times I have never came across. But there has been one. When the rose colored glasses come off, the mental high of found love and the addicting drug to be there’s again sub-sizes —- you realize, we’re just too different now. We’ve grown up and became people that neither one of us remembered being. This is just from my experience, everything is different for somebody else. It makes me wonder though, if somebody is really meant to be with you and shows up 10 years later down the road, can time really change what’s meant to be to it never will become? I can’t see myself with my past lovers in the future, I’m pretty damn sure they can’t see me with them either. All in all I think the pure idea is bullshit.