In a strange and mysterious way, Ophelia, the best relationship I had ever been part of up to this point in my life, never failed to reach out to me when I discovered a legitimate romance interest. We lived in different states. I don’t know how she knew.
Entries earlier, I started to admit to myself that I was not over her. Then, entries later, I reverted back to denial. Olivia was my new romance interest, so I had to make emotional room for her. There was no room. It was unfortunate because Olivia was more than the random Target employees I would share brief interactions with and conclude mutual attraction.
I reached for anything I could in a sea of loneliness.
As I made arrangements to visit Olivia with my photographs, Ophelia made arrangements to visit Huntsville. I wasn’t the reason. I was, however, on her itinerary.
We hadn’t seen one another since the end of our relationship more than a year prior.