Even after a woman is married (or otherwise informally attached), it is perfectly normal for that woman to still wonder about the men of romances past. Certain questions might occasionally cross that woman's mind: What might have happened if I had ended up with Mr. High-School Heartthrob? Where is Mr. Crush today? Or, was my true 'Mr. Right' truly the One & Only? Considering the current lives of these past men does not mean that we are stuck in the past or that we don't love the one we're with. It does not make us cheaters; it makes us human. For most of us, there is always that special man from our past who we label as The One That Got Away.
His name was Mr. Pacific...
I am not quite even sure how it happened. One day, we are working alongside each other as coworkers; the next, we are bringing each other home to meet mom. One minute, he's introducing himself during our shift; the next, he's going out of his way to pass me to say hi and smile. The two of us always volunteered to work at unnecessary places on the worst floor. Then, we would walk out of the together, usually chatting and flirting next to our cars until long after the parking lot was empty.
For the most part, our relationship was completely platonic—a few times, it progressed to something more. But of course, time would pass, I would go back to my town and him to his, and the relationship would be forced to end. However, he always appeared again, Mr. Pacific and I would always be drawn to each other, unable to fight the chemistry between us. But, since we knew how much it would hurt when the short time was over, we didn't talk about the future; we would never express how much we felt.. Short romances seemed to be our fate.. atleast for the time being.
I do not blame either of us for letting go. He was 23, and I was only 19 . So young, having to make big decisions—we cannot be expected to make the right one every time. And who knows? Maybe it was the right decision. Maybe it was only a short romance, and we were supposed to move on to new futures. We might have never worked out. However, even after all these years, when I think about the characters of my past, he has always been "the one that got away" in my love story.
We started chatting one day recently, and I finally got up the courage to ask him:
"Why did you let me go? Why didn't you demand that I stay? I was crazy about you—I would have stayed there with you."
He surprised me completely with his reply:
"I didn't ask because I didn't know you wanted me to. Why didn't you ask me to stay there with you? I was crazy about you too—I would have followed you wherever you went."
I truly believe that everything happens for a reason. I know that I was meant be married, I was meant to get divorced, and I was meant to be hurt beyond belief by many people for a reason. So I have to wonder — was "the one that got away" meant only to be a part of my past? Or is there a reason he suddenly reappears into my future time and time again? Maybe, I'm not yet supposed to know.
PS This blog post was extremely difficult to write for a couple of reasons. First, it forces me to face my true feelings for him. He has a part of my heart. Secondly, the transparency of writing a blog like this, practically in real time makes it difficult to keep a “poker face” in real life. Whew, hard stuff. . .