Ghosts from the Past.

There have been precious few times in my life where I have said, "Goodbye" to someone and felt happy to believe it was unlikely I should meet them again. I knew someone once who took time out of his day to call me on the phone so that he could rub my face in my failures. I did not appreciate it then. When I finally quit the organization that we mutually attended, I felt this happiness I described above. I was certain I would not see him again. Somehow, it is like a fly to the zapper, this boy consistently finds his way back to me. It's infuriating. So many times I've met a person and longed to meet them again, but our relationship ends there.

When I desire it the most, coincidence seems set against me.