We might be through with the past, but the past ain't through with us

When I first met him, there was an endless amount of possibility. It was fresh and new and uncertain and I was curious how it'd turn out. When I saw him everyday at the office, butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I anticipated when or how I'd run into him. Unfortunately, this feeling usually only lasts a couple of weeks then reality sets in. I like to think about those first 2 weeks with him when he responded to me and initiated things despite our complicated circumstances. When there was an array of optimism and warmth. We met at the end of the summer. We always got along better in the warmer months. Winter is harsh for us. I hope the past isn't the past, that there will be more good times ahead for us. But it's looking kind of bleak now like winter itself. There have been others since him but, God, I'm such a pussy.