You bump into an ex-lover on Valentine’s Day—the one whom you often call “The One
That Got Away.” What happens?
The one that got away. I used to dream about winning him back. It doesn’t seem like such a good idea anymore. We’ve both moved on – finally.
When we run into each other, I hope that we can shake hands or have a friendly hug. Maybe we’ll have a brief conversation about how wonderful we are in our current lives.
It wasn’t meant to be. I’ve accepted it after many, many years of wondering “What if?”
I’m sure that I loved him then. I don’t think I love him now. Sometimes I reminisce about how sweet he was. He’s still not as sweet as the one who is the one.
Of course, I would wish him well. Then I would have to keep walking away until the next lifetime.
Link to another post about the one that got away: