The one that got away.

I’m going to make a wild guess and assume we all have ‘one’ that got away.

Maybe we were hasty and ended the relationship too soon.  Maybe we met someone else and moved on. Maybe they wouldn’t commit or maybe they wanted to marry us and we weren’t ready. Years later we look back in hindsight and wish things had worked out differently.  Often we reflect back with a sense of loss.

I know a girl dear readers who to this present day mourns the loss of her past love.  They'd met at college. She chased and pursed him and they dated for five or six years. 

She followed him around for a couple of years too.  He went to study aboard and she enrolled onto the same class.  He went to work aboard and she followed him.  In the end she ended the relationship because he wouldn't commit.   He's since married with children and she also has a lovely brood of her own.  Despite being married with children she pines after her lost love.  Sixteen years later she wonders  'if he came for her would she go.'  Seriously these are her ongoing daily thoughts. 

Don’t waste time focussing on the ‘one’ that got away. Remember once a man is gone he’s gone. 

Don’t delude yourself either. Just because you once rocked their world doesn’t mean you still do.  They’ve moved on and so should you.

They got way because they never  belonged to you in the first place.