Regifted There is only a single instance in my life when I've dated the same woman twice. The relationship had expired after a couple months because at the time I had no idea what I was doing. She was older than me by a few years, which, in my eyes, gave her infinite wisdom on these matters, and somewhere between Christmas and New Year's was when we agreed that it simply was not working and that we should be friends instead.

And so we were. Months and months went by where we chatted casually and met infrequently, until one night when we got together for drinks.

In an odd twist of irony, somewhere between the following Christmas and New Year's Eve was when we agreed that, once again, it simply was not working. We did our best characterized portrayal of friends for a while afterwards, but the play itself was redundant. Things end, so it goes.

And still, to this day, these memories make me nervous around the holiday season. It always seems like something will become unwrapped.  ¶ 9:10 AM