Here comes something bittersweet.

Lately, with my really good relationship, I've been having actual dreams of meeting with and talking to my first love. We were together for five years, during university.

I still care deeply for him and I'm still amazed about how compatible we are, but I would never try to go back with him, even if I had the opportunity. Too many burned bridges.

I just wish him a lot of happiness with his new wife. He deserves it.