Somehow in talking about my blog and past relationships, we started talking about the one that got away. He claims that you can only have one in your life. Who is yours?
I know who mine is. It just never seemed to work out. We could never get it together and eventually he left for grad school (but not before I pushed a girl in a Wawa because she was talking to him - now some of you know who it is).
And then we started to talk about if we were ever one that got away. And per Andre, I evidently was. Not for him. But for another guy, who I had a very confusing relationship with. I knew him in college. I entertained his mother. He made me dinner. He slept over at my house - but yet, we never dated. And having seen him again several years later, I'm glad that I'm the one that got away. It never would have worked.
What do you think readers? Who is the one that got away? Who were the one you got away from? Are you happy or sad? I try to live my life with no regrets. If you sit there and regret, you can't focus on the present or the future and what's the point of wasting time on a past you can't change.