I dreamt vividly last night (it being full moon and all) about an old boyfriend of mine (strangely, the same one as in that link, I just reread that post), from when I was still fresh-faced and fancy-free. I saw him from the back, amongst a crowd of people, but knew immediately from his walk, that it was him. He turned and our eyes met, and it was if the rest of the world dissolved, leaving just us.
He came over and we spoke and spoke. I can't remember what about, but it was familiar, and lovely. And then the bubble was burst by some of his friends, from the same era (people I have notbthought about in years), who bounded up, and joined in. It must've been a fascinating conversation. Pity I can't remember it.
I woke up in a haze of nostalgia and there were hundreds of 'What ifs?" flying about my room, like those silly Christmas beetles that bash themselves against the wall, over and over. I opened the curtains to let the cool breeze in before the swelter of the day began (forecast is 35 degrees today), in the hope the "What ifs?" would flutter out on the breeze.
Some of them did.
22 hours ago