Have you ever wondered what life could have been with the "one that got away"?

I did for years. After we broke up almost 7 years ago, I threw myself into life, trying to forget about him, but I'd have conversations with friends and he'd get brought up and I'd get wistful and think about the good times. I had relationships, even got engaged, but still the question of 'What if?' was lingering in the back of my mind. We stayed in touch, called each other once every few months, but he'd met a woman and they got engaged and by all accounts I had heard from friends and his family, were blissfully happy and perfect for each other. I met another man, moved in with him, and a few months later 'the one' sent me an email and asked if we could meet up since he lived not far from me. We did, and he told me she'd broke his heart, told him she didn't love him anymore and he had been trying to lick his wounds for months but he needed a friend who didn't know her to vent to about it. I was there for him, strictly as a friend, because I was in a relationship and knew neither of us needed further complication in our lives. A few months later, I discovered my boyfriend was cheating on me and I needed his shoulder to cry on. He was there for me, just as I had been there for him months earlier when his heart was in pieces. He stayed there for me throughout all of the complications -- taking my philandering boyfriend back, asking him to leave, taking him back, getting into a physical fight with him that resulted in the police being called and me getting a restraining order against him. 'The One' was so non-judgemental, although he had every right to pass judgement. I'd call him at 3 in the morning, drunk, and crying and he'd just let me talk and cry and then pick me up in the morning and take me out for breakfast so I could continue. I could tell he was getting frustrated, though, and that his feelings for me weren't just friendly anymore, but he didn't really press the issue. He went on vacation and expressed interest in me coming with him, but accepted my answer when I told him I didn't think it was a good idea. When my ex finally left, I made the decision to pursue things with 'the one' again. By this point, he was little disheartened, and working a lot, so it wasn't really feasible to start anything, but I bided my time. That fall, he called me up out of the blue to let me know he was coming back into town and because the weather was getting cooler, he'd have a little more free time at home. I jumped at the chance, and 2 years later, I know what life is like with the "one that got away". Sorry for the length.. I like telling our story. :)

Who honestly hasn't thought about the past and wondered what their life would be life if they had stayed with that one certain person, or heck even if they happened to take that one job, or what if they had decided to go out one day and not stay in? I think wodering about the one that got away and all of those other things that we haven't done is really human nature. I don't think wondering about all of these things is something to feel guilty over, I think it's more of a learning experience. I mean, if we think about it, all of those things that didn't happen, obviously did not happen for a reason. I think that taking the time to think about all of those things, can really help us decide where we've been and where we are going.

I did wonder about that one that got away and unlike most people I got my answer. I met up with my first love a few years ago and we met for lunch a few times. Although he is a fascinating person, I definitely could not have made a life with him as we are so completely different in every way possible. I am so thankful that I had this opportunity because now I no longer have to wonder about it.