You Can't Go Back Home

You just can't go home.once you have gone through suicide attempts, hospitalization sand all out crying all the time because no one back home knows what happened to me and would freak.  I was a different person then.  I write witty things on my Facebook.  Never once mentioning the extreme pain  I suffer every day.  But I will need to take a trip and know I am going to run into so many old friends.  The only good thing is that I look the same.  There was this boy I went to school with and had this massive crush on.  I was always the girl with the weed. Why ?  Let' just say I had some friends in low places. I just remember spending time alone with him except for the fact that my friend's little sister would follow me out if she saw me leaving.  There was this one time we were just sitting in the grass next to each other we barely talked and I thought for sure this was it.  I could feel the butterflies.  I just knew he was going to kiss me but it didn't happen.  Years go by, again, our paths cross.  Only this time I am newly divorced.  I think he was too and he turns out to be the best friend of a man, I am dating.  Oh, if only he would have known I would have dropped his roommate like yesterday's garbage had he made one pass.  Never happen.  He befriends me on Facebook. He tells me I look great.   The picture shows several men in the picture and I am overwhelmed at how great he looks.  On closer look it was his son . He as was the potbellied man standing next to him.
Things just change