was on her way to New York again on her own vacation. She arrived at my Brooklyn brownstone apartment for a hot and heavy reunion, and agreed to meet me days later on my solo trip to Venice. No strings attached, at the end of our passionate escapade we shook hands and parted even better friends than after our breakup years earlier.
When I finally decided to move to Paris in 2004, I knew just who to call for help. And so, long story short, we got back together and married in France in 2006. Sometimes returning to your ex works out fine.
Have you ever gone back down "memory lane" with an ex, only to discover that you should stay there? Would you give a former flame another chance? Speak!