I did the same thing when I was so unhappy in my first marriage. I created a place in my mind that was built on the memories that were the result of feelings that were attached to a person who happened to be my first love. That place in my mind was a lifeline sometimes.
It hasn’t happened in so many years that I actually forgot about it. Then, a week or so ago, I had one of those vivid dreams—one of those dreams that seem so real. I got scared, but not scared enough to fend off the temptation that technology dangled in front of that dream’s devil. The dangerous undertow of the World Wide Web pulled and a hasty message was released to the hungry Internet.
Friending your first love on Face Book–not a good idea.
Thinking "If I forget it, it didn't happen" - kidding yourself.
The "I didn’t mean to ask for your friendship” e-mail - thoughtless.