This time I dreamed I was walking by and saw my ex in an upstairs window. I stood and looked up and he saw me. I went inside.
It was cordial and honest. He packed and lit his pipe. His pupils dilated. He looked like a child almost. Innocent, but troubled. His features were lighter, eyes lighter, hair lighter. He got someone pregnant, he said. It had happened around the time we broke up, though I assumed the truth was that it happened just prior. I didn't care, I just felt a combination of apt justice/karma and genuine pity, because there was nothing I could do to change him or save him from his own mistakes.
2:32 p.m. - 2012-09-17