Blast From the Past

Tito and I have a history.  A very long history.

We met in preschool.

We kissed for the fist time when we were 13.

He surprised me at my high school graduation.

This is the Valentine's Day Card I sent to him when we were 20.
We had sex for the first time on his 22nd birthday.
He got married when we were 23.  He called me the day before to tell me it was happening.  I had no idea he was even seeing someone. 
Everyone in my family told me to fly down and stop him; I didn't listen.
I figured no one meets the love of their life in preschool.  This wasn't a fairytale, it was time to move on.
And move on I did.   

It's been five years since that day.  Six years since I've seen him.  He called me on Friday and said he was coming to town and that we should hang out.

We caught up in the hot tub for a while and then sat around bullshitting until almost 4am.  We basically picked up right where we left off and it was awesome.  I actually enjoyed it way more than I thought I would. 

And, of course, as I'm reeling through all of this information, Cole calls me.  Cole is my exboyfriend.  We lived together for two years, dated for almost three.  He recently purchased a house in Sacramento (we broke up because he couldn't get his shit together- he's done REALLY well for himself since I left) and called to ask me to move back.  Mentioned that he still loved me, wanted to be with me, and again, asked if I could move back to Sacramento. 

For whatever reason, I'm pulling for Cole.  I told him I'd be willing to consider it in a year if he was willing to put in the effort now.  Honestly, though, I don't think I'd leave San Diego in a year... which, is ok because Cole won't put in the effort.  We do this every six months or so and it never goes anywhere because (just like when we were together!) he's not willing to put in the effort.

At least there are others waiting...