George

I dreamed of George last night.  I probably dream about him a couple of times a year.  He never talks in my dreams so I must have forgotten what his voice sounds like.  I just know that in my dream he is comfort and safe.
George was my first love.  That stupid, ridiculous, awesome love.  However I knew even then the road he was going down and I didn't want to travel down that road.  I recently looked him up.  Looks like I was right.  There was some jail/prison time with drug fund fines.  He got married and I was so happy for him.  He got divorced and I was sad.  I hope he found recovery and good things and maybe he did. I like to think so
And look what I did not wanting to go down his road. Instead I married an alcoholic and raised a child who became an addict.  Guess I went down that road anyway.