We all have our own “the one who got away.”
When I was younger, I used to always imagine that he and I would meet again someday. I would daydream about what it would be like to meet him again. There was just too much. I just could not get over it. It took me almost five years to completely get over him.
I realize that it’s not true that you never get over that one person who seem to have escaped your claws. People once told me that it is always hard to live with “what ifs” and other unrealistic illusions. I find, now, that they were wrong. The thing is, you do get over them. You CAN move on. You MIGHT actually have been better off.
I never got to see him again at all. Honestly, I don’t even know if I want to see him. I do not even know now why I spent a good part of my life being heartbroken by someone I would not even want to get to know now.
Yes, we always have that “the one who got away,” but in most cases, we seem to be better people because we loved and lost someone in the past. I remember the boy, and I always will. Five years of my life would not have been as colorful, had he not been a part of it. Those years would not have produced so much poetry, and I would never be as in tune with my emotions as I am now. I will always be grateful because I was young enough to believe in “someday we will meet again.”
But I don’t remember the feeling anymore. I am loved, and I am in love. I would never get to this point now if I had not gone through what I went through. Everything happens in it own time, even the “getting over” part.