By Bernard Bujold -
Once or twice a year, when the seasons change, I like to recall memories of the past, especially former lovers.
There were 5 or 6 that I liked, and that liked me, but for all sorts of reasons, the relationship died in time.
I like to go on Facebook and see where these former lovers are in their lives today.
Most of them have families and, like me, they have grown older...
I also wonder what our life would have been like if we had continued together.
But I tell myself that in the end, love is a dream and that only the memory of the dream remains eternally romantic!
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