Last week an old love of mine got engaged. He is from so far back in my past that there is no trace left of the heartache that followed the relationship – all that remains is the hazy memory that I was sad when it was over.
The news of his engagement makes me smile, but does not make me overly pensive or wistful, the way old loves often do. I suppose this is because we have no unfinished business, no lingering feelings. I have virtually no leftover sentiment from that time, good or bad.