I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout you
Do you think about me still?
Do ya, do ya?
- Frank Ocean, “Thinkin Bout You”
Early tomorrow morning, I’ll be taking a red-eye flight to Minnesota. No, I’m not traveling for a speaking engagement.
I’m flying to Minneapolis for a date.
A date with a guy I used to talk to years ago. When we met – due to a number of reasons – the timing was all wrong for us to be able to build a meaningful romantic relationship. I don’t even remember why, exactly, I “kicked him to the curb” (his words, not mine). What I do remember is that he was a great guy, maybe so much so that back then, I convinced myself I didn’t deserve someone like him.
(Have you ever talked yourself OUT of dating a good man? Yep. That was me.)
Back in July, he had emailed me. I’m pretty sure we hadn’t talked in three years.
“I was thinking of you today so I thought I would reach out and say hello. I hope you are well and thought it would be great to get together if you are interested soon.”
I didn’t know if I was interested. I wrote him back, distracted. I had just started dating the Pianist and I was knee-deep in planning my trip to Europe. But when I came back, his email was still in my inbox. And his memory was still tugging at my heart.
Since September, I’d thought about writing him back so many times. I wanted to tell him yes. I was interested.
So last week, I finally did. He replied that it would be nice to see me. We talked on the phone and his voice still held the same soothing tone I remembered. He said he was really busy with work travel, but since he was going to Minneapolis the following week, would I like to come and visit?
I thought he was joking, so I played along.
“Sure,” I said.
It wasn’t until he bought the plane ticket and sent me the confirmation email for the flight that it sunk in.
I’m going to Minneapolis for a date with a man I haven’t seen in three years.
Last week, I had no plans to travel anywhere else until December to spend time with my family in Florida. This week, I’m flying to another city to visit someone that I never thought would want to see me again.
I guess you could say that the biggest lesson I’ve learned this week is that sometimes “the one who got away” comes back around.
You never know who still has a candle lit for you.
For us, perhaps the timing will still be wrong. It’s quite possible that we were never compatible in the first place. Or maybe it will just be a fun adventure to add to our mental rolodex of memories. But we won’t know anything until I get to Minneapolis, until I step off the plane and look into his eyes.
Or do you not think so far ahead?
Cause I been thinkin’ ’bout forever
Have you ever had an old flame come back into your life unexpectedly? Did you pursue a new relationship with them or let it stay in the past?