I honestly don't miss any of my old 'flames'. Most were boys who had no idea what a relationship meant, or what growing up met. I firmly believe that I was lead to the right place and time to meet my husband when I did. The week after I met him, I found out my best friend and boyfriend had decided that they fit together rather nicely. I don't talk to either anymore, but perhaps I ought to send them a card, thanking them for pushing me into Nick's arms.

Last I heard, they were still together, but not overly happy with each other. Oh well.

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