Dear Mike Cares, how would you answer this Dear Abby? *case of the high school whore.

DEAR ABBY: After 35 years, I recently ran into my first love, "Cliff." His sister lost her son, and I went to the wake. She and I were good friends growing up and stayed in touch occasionally through the years. Neither of us ever brought up her brother. Cliff and I broke up during my senior year of high school. I suspected a very good friend of mine was seeing him behind my back at the same time I was confiding in her over my broken heart. Turns out they got married. They are still married to this day. When I saw Cliff, he looked at me from a distance with a huge smile on his face and his hand over his heart. We hugged for a good five minutes. He held me the way he did when we were together. I never got closure from our breakup because his girlfriend (now wife) wouldn't allow it. It turns out she wasn't happy that he and I were speaking that evening. I really want closure even though all these years later I have moved on and am married to the love of my life. I need to heal that part of my heart and know if he still has feelings for me. I have gone through all these years feeling he hates me. Please help. -- BITTERSWEET MEMORY IN NEW YORK

DEAR BITTERSWEET MEMORY IN NEW YORK: I know, right? It is so true that we need that kind of closure. I had a similar experience; I ran into a high school love from 35 years ago at the supermarket. I didn’t smile and place my hand over my heart, and run to her to hug her for five minutes, I did run, but to hide, because she’s 35 years older and is a fifty-something alcoholic hag who’s body is falling so fast her gynecologist wears a hardhat. But mostly because unlike you and your [does he hate me closure horseshit,] I have moved on with my life.  So why don’t you snap out of it, stay away from funeral parlors, go home and bang the “love of your life” rather than your yearbook. Good Luck and Keep in Touch! Dear Mike Cares is also on X, Instagram and Facebook (whatever they are.) Email me your stupid questions at DearMikeCares@gmail.com