So I was walking through Harlem on the way to the subway and I don't know what sparked the thought (most likely whatever song was playing on my iPhone at the time) but it crossed my mind that more than four years ago, I was looking at engagement rings.
I can't imagine this current version of myself being married, getting engaged or even getting to the point of thinking, "Do I want to spend the rest of my life with this person?" (I can barely tolerate people for more than 2 hours).
But four years ago, I was that guy.
In retrospect, I wish I blogged more about being that guy. I did in the old version of this site (that was more in the early going/lovey-dovey shit) but I usually avoided it because she would read this blog and so I censored myself.
Now I would love to remember what it was like.
Oh well.
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What?! I never knew this about you...parts of you are so mysterious!
I had a dream the ex proposed to me. We were under water. It sorta freaked me out that I was happy about the proposal.
Been there, done that, bought the shirt, left. And ain't going back to that park anytime soon, my friend!
Reading this made me incredibly sad and I cannot tell you exactly why
I wish i had written a blog when I was in college...so i can remember all the hopes and dreams i had back then.
I didn't even keep a journal in college. SMH so i have a whole 4 years of my life undocumented.
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