The booze, music and candlelight felt like a callback to our first kiss 15 years before, almost to the day. There was no meeting old flame after 20 years of him, so I ordered a chardonnay and two small plates, and tried to focus on the novel I brought with me, ironically titled What She Knew. Instead, I found myself flashing back to the last time I saw him. We had just returned from a trip to Napa to scout wedding venues. I am so glad the meeting with Old Flame never took place. Looking at it from other perspectives made it perfectly clear. the past needs to stay in the past. Mom, writer, lover of dirty martinis and dogs. Contributors control their own work and posted freely to our site. If you need to flag this entry as abusive, send us an email.