My first marriage. I was listening to some music I hadn’t listened to for years. I hadn’t consciously avoided the music, I just hadn’t played it. I had reason to listen to it recently and it took me right back to that time. It made me very sad. I was actually lying in bed with my now husband listening to this music and I started crying. It felt very odd to be crying and I couldn’t really explain why it was upsetting me so much. I think, and this is how I explained my sadness to my husband, I was crying not because I still love my ex, but because of the loss of the hope and faith we had in each other then and how far from there we are now. I’m actually a billion times happier now than I was then. My husband now is truly perfect for me, but still, my ex and I had children and a belief in the future that turned out to be unachievable. Still, I would never want to read that book again.