An Old Flame......or

Have you ever run into an old love in the airport, at a sporting event, class reunion or on one of the many social utility pages now found on the internet? Memories of what used to be or what could have been float through both of your minds. You may even flirt a little bit just to see if that old spark is still there, but when it comes right down to it you realize that there was a reason that the person was just that an old flame.

I along with many countless others have had the opportunity to reconnect through facebook and several of my college’s alumni sites with old flames. It’s exciting at first, reconnecting with someone who knew you as a teenager, really before you knew yourself who you really were, or connecting with someone from college who shared experiences which helped to make you the man or woman that you now are. You get giddy, and remember all the fun times as you begin to catch up on the last 10, 20 or 30 years of your lives, you relive the memories, and may even joke about what could of, should of, would have been.

I have even heard stories of those who have reconnected and resume relationships just as though time had stood still, but for the most part most of us accept those relationships as what they actually are a part of our pasts, nothing more than a memory that sometimes is nice to revisit, but definitely not worth checking in. Often new relationships are built from past relationships, strong friendships that will continue to last a lifetime; goodness knows who better to put you in check than someone that knows a different side of you, or the best encouragement can come from those who know some of your most intimate secrets.

For those that are able to rekindle with an old flame, I offer the following words of wisdom, just remember they became an old flame for some reason, and the likelihood of that reason still being around is very high. So, me, myself, and I choose to borrow for the lyric of an old War song and am singing “Why can’t we be Friends?” and leaving the flames as flickers of memories past. What about you?



Just the way I see it.
Until next time,

Nay-Nay