The Life and Times of S

She's Always a Woman to Me.

I dreamt about my ex last night.

We were at a wedding. Him with his family. And me with mine. He came upto me after dinner while everyone else was dancing and took the empty chair beside mine. He touched my hand. I looked into his almond brown eyes and he looked into mine. He asked if I was OK. I nodded. He asked me why I wasn't dancing. I looked away.

He left.

I woke up.

As I lay in my bed this morning, lazying and trying to procrastinate going to work on a Saturday, I remembered the song he used to say must have been written with me in mind.

Now, as I sit at my desk and listen to that very song over and over, I remember his eyes. And his smile.

It must have been for the best.

posted by S @ 5:03 PM