So, lately I’ve dug up two old boyfriends on Facebook (ok, so one dug me up and I randomly ran across the other one) and it’s got me a bit retrospective. I’ve never been a big dater – I’ve had a total of 5 boyfriends in my life and, looking back, I am so amazed by how much each one taught me about myself. One taught me that smarts are important, one taught me what it’s like to love down to the very fiber of your soul and then learn how to let it go, one taught me that you can’t fix someone that’s broken; they have to want to fix themselves. (Fix You by Coldplay is a hopeless fantasy, IME.) My ex taught me the value of other human beings and to not be *so* solitary and sensitive.
It’s really interesting how the people you touch really become a part of you, whether or not you really want them to, and even if you don’t know it at the time. And even though I’m not with them anymore, I still smile when I hear the right song, think of the right movie, or see a thunderstorm. And I always wonder about them when coming across these reminders, even though it’s been 15 years since I last talked to some.
I think what I’ve learned the most is to love the people you come in contact with. Even if they don’t become your best friend or soulmate- even if you never celebrate your 72nd wedding anniversary with them, you still will affect them. And you still have the choice to leave a mark that can result in a smile when they hear that certain song, or visit that certain place, or catch the right movie on Comedy Central in the middle of the night.
So, life’s lesson from my life’s few loves: be kind to one another! You never know what you’re going to mean to them.