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 made a lasting impact on my life. On a weekly basis, I used to dream about winning him back. It didn’t seem like such a good idea at the time. It was too scary to travel so far to get my heart broken once and for all.
We’ve both moved on – finally. Haven’t we? I’m not convinced that I can replace him even after 15 years. That song about loving who you are with is total crap. It’s a good song but loving the one you are with is a bit unfair to everyone.
Last month, I had a dream that I was trying to catch him in the airport before he left for his flight. I did get to say goodbye. Why was I still not satisfied with one final goodbye?
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. Aren’t we happy not being together? So incredibly happy.
It wasn’t meant to be, right?! I have probably accepted it after many, many years of wondering “What if?” But did I really let him go completely? Did he let truly let me go?
Sometimes I reminisce about how sweet he could be. We were the only ones on the planet when we were together. I’m sure that I loved him then. Do I love him now? It’s been so many years. Is it even possible to still love someone so much?
Of course, I would wish him well before saying goodbye again. Do I have to keep walking away until the next lifetime?
Link to another post about the one that got away:
Nice post. Something I can relate to.
I think this is a good positive post. Thankfully I am single, and I have never had a good one that got away.
Thanks! I had one good one . . . possibly two. But it all worked out. 🙂
Great. Good for you x