I can't stop thinking about my friend (well not really a friend anymore - not seen him in 2 years!).
I met him a bit before I got pregnant with my youngest. Lovely guy, we got on really well. We kept in contact after I left work, met up for lunch with DC etc.
Teensy crush on him , would never ever do anything, just always an "if something happened to DH..." kind of thing.
Every now and then I have dreams about him, and it stirs it all up.
We drifted apart (mainly as I became a mum and forgot how to be me ), and haven't seen him properly in ages.
I miss him Had another dream, and now can't stop wondering what he's up to (not in an "I must run away with him and have his babies" kind of way, just in a missing chats kind of way).
I don't really know why I'm writing, just normally one of those things where if you write it all out it seems much less iyswim.
I think that the missing is more missing my old life, the friends I had before I forgot me