The History of Sandy and Justin Part 2

In early 2003, I was in my excited pre-bride state, my nuptials coming up in May of that year. The pieces of my life were all fitting into place. I was getting married to the father of my children and we were currently looking at buying real estate. Things couldn't have been any better for me.

I thought about a few ex's of mine from time to time; Nathan, Eli, Zeke. I thought about Zeke a lot. I thought he was the only one that could steal me away from my soon to be husband. When I dated Zeke, he made me feel like a goddess. He showed me affection and showered me with compliments. He called me "Gorgeous" and "Beautiful" and "Sexy." Zeke made me realize that I was all those things and my fiance should be reassuring me of that.

But Zeke was not without his faults. He suffered from severe depression, was plagued by self-doubt and refused to take medication for it. That was just unacceptable. How could I have a relationship with someone who couldn't take care of themselves? So, I went on to marry, putting the pieces together like I thought they should fit.

Even though I thought about Zeke, he didn't hold a candle to my ex, Justin. I thought about Justin often. I wondered how he was or what he was doing. I had heard he lived in Philly and thought I would run into him one way or another. It never happened. When we ran into each other, it was in Baltimore at Sonar Lounge. I was there with Mike, Charlie and Katie. Justin was there with his girlfriend.

I was excited to see him but not with his girlfriend and not with the attitude he had on him that night. It was then I realized I was doing the right thing by marrying Paul. I had seen the ex-boyfriend that eluded me for 5 1/2 years and didn't like what I saw. His girlfriend was immature, insecure and hyper which made me chuckle to myself, thinking about what kind of people Justin and I ended up with. There was no love lost between us, with me, 22 years old, barely recognizing the 17 year old boy I had once been in love with.

And that was that. Without batting an eye or missing a step, we went on with our lives, never minding the meaningless run in we had at Sonar. I still thought of him now and again but not with so much intent as I did before. We were completely changed from the kids we were back then.

Does anyone truly stop to think how much can change in two years? I know I didn't. I wonder if Justin did. We weren't aware of it, but both of our seperate lives were about to do a 180 that would set the course for our unexpected reunion.