Carving

A few days ago I retrieved some stuff that had been in a friend’s basement the past several years. In one of the boxes was a small carving, like a small wooden statue.

My ex gave it to me. I’d forgotten about it. I used to think it sort of represented us: one figure bald and the other with long-ish hair. I’m bald; she has hair.

I always really liked it. And I still do, but now it’s a little depressing.

Yeah, ‘cause I’m alone.

I’ve actually been thinking about her lately, a little more than usual. It’s been about 6½ years since we broke up.

The suggestion has been made that my being naked is a sexual thing, but when she and I were together I enjoyed being naked just as much. Also, before she and I met, I liked being naked. So, it’s not ‘cause I’m not getting any that I’m naked all the time.

Anyway...

I miss her. I miss her-then, not her-now. I don’t know her-now all that well. We’re still friends. We keep in touch on the facebook. She’s married. She has cats. She’s a different person now.

Since her there’ve been people I was interested in, but nothing much ever came out of those relationships—well, maybe some anger and hurt feelings.

I suppose I just miss being with somebody, and she’s the person I was with most recently and the longest.