Have You Been Thinking About Me?

You came to me in my dreams last night. Damn, you looked so good. You had grown your hair out and the mustache again. Your shoulders and arms looked just as big and strong as I remember. That same smile that I love and your perfect teeth 😂. You kissed me so sweetly and it felt like home. We revisited memories and stared at each other with a twinkle in our eyes and a few tears.

I don’t know why you’ve tugged at my heart at this moment but if you read this just know I can feel you and I still love you. I still think about you and it makes me smile. My love, wherever you are in life right now, I hope you’re doing well and you’re happy.

Your invisible string ❤️

This is what one woman on r/adultery wrote. She penned an anonymous love letter to her former affair partner.

I’ve felt this. Wondering if an ex-lover was thinking about me.

Did he remember?
Or was I gone in an instant the moment we ended?

I hoped I would sear his memory. He’d never forget me. Hubris on my part, of course. His “real life” eventually took over — that or another lover. Probably both, truthfully.

I was important to him while we had our affair.

Did I tug at his heart after it was over?

Maybe. Maybe not. I know I could have written this love letter almost word for word (no mustache and grown out hair) but all the sentiment included. Affairs and remembering go together like peanut butter and chocolate (and if you don’t like Reese’s I don’t want to know you).

“And isn’t it just so pretty to think
All along there was some
Invisible string
Tying you to me?”

Taylor Swift had a point.

It was sweet to think we had connections that couldn’t be severed. They lasted. Unfortunately, I don’t think most relationships work that way. It makes for a pretty pop song, but connection doesn’t stand the test of time.

She wrote this for an ex-boyfriend, after all.
Both of them have moved onto new partners.
Joe Alwyn’s just a memory now. He’s been replaced by Travis Kelce.

Is everyone expendable?

The cynic in me says absolutely. No one has that kind of love that defies time. Yet, there are some who buck the odds.

“Hell was the journey, but it brought me heaven,” she wrote in Invisible String.

In some affairs, the Hell is remembering. The “what could have been” scenario endlessly played out. This woman on r/adultery recalled her lover with kindness and compassion. She hoped he was happy.

Was she?

Where was her heart?
That’s what I wondered.