An old lover gets back in touch. Makes a few passes, a few insinuations. Expresses interest. A few months go by.
And I think...maybe. Maybe yeah, this could be good.
Then a girlfriend surfaces on his social media.
So that's another one for the pile.
I don't mind being single. I mean, I miss sex when I'm single. But overall, I like my life. It's just the hope that gets exhausting. My old heart is too bruised.