Meeting Up with An Old Boyfriend

After being celibate for close to one and a half year, I thought that catching with my old flame would be hot, sweaty and lusty. We would rekindle that passion that we had for each other in the dawn of our romance. There were good moments and some of the truly bad, but in the end, we had ended on a bittersweet note and I have nothing but affection for him.

I guess the ending of the story is predictable, about false expectations and why things come to an end as they do. What I discovered was that nothing has changed, the reasons why I left was evident and glaring in my face the moment I saw him. Nothing has changed, or in fact, might have changed for the worse. We said our polite hellos, caught up, and waved goodbye. He was still that rich, smart, overweight bloke with the mood swings once every couple of months. I wasn't that wide-eye idealistic girl anymore.

Before you get me wrong here, "he" was my former company that I worked for before I left for my MBA studies. I like to tell my friends that a former company that one used to work for is very much like a ex-boyfriend or husband. It can be a life long romance or a very short fling. It could end in a bitter divorce or a sad, sweet parting.

Coming here to London, the hub and base of the old company that I used to work for. Walking through the familiar trading floors, pantries and talking to the same people, I cannot help but feel a tinge of nostalgia, knowing how much this place and culture had changed me for the better or for the worse as time will tell. As I took my last glances to the place, and the weary eye colleague who led me around. She was in her last week after being made redundant. I guess i was not the only one saying goodbye today.