Reminders aren't always good...

These two days I've been thinking: maybe I'm finally getting a move on. Perhaps I've made my 'transference of affection'. Maybe now I'll stop pining over something that isn't mine.

Meanwhile, there's also this thought at the back of my head: You sure not? What if you see him again? What if you see his face or his name or hear his voice again? You so c*** sure you've moved on?

I got my answer just now. An email had gone round regarding the Latin Fest. That included the mention of the 5 pairs of salsa competitors. Guess who's picture-- and name--- pops up first in line, clearest of the ten pictures.


And now I'm feeling very, very, very depressed. And now I'm REALLY wondering whether or not I should attend Latin Fest.


Screw it. I'll cross my bridges when I get to them.