I've been having dreams lately about old lovers, or almost lovers, or near misses.
There was the one where we were blowing up helium balloons with Douglas Adams, rising with them up into a bright blue sky, and through that up into space, where they turned into entire new worlds.
There was the one where her track-riddled boyfriend stood glaring out of shadows as we stood chest-deep in lake water, sun fracturing off our crazy tangle of flaxen blond and flame red hair.
I feel like there have been more, lurking perhaps beneath an unspoken anxiety about settling down with someone new, but someone who has been around so long that destroying things will actually hurt.
Funny what comes up in dreams, and funnier what we take from them.