Ever have those days where you just miss certain things of your past just as badly as the day they left you? Having one of those...often have those regarding my ex best friend who I loved with my whole heart in a completely platonic way. Unfortunatly, he fell in love with me and refused to associate with me afterwards. This was 3 years ago. I still dream about him.
And the girl that got away...I still wonder what it would have been like with her had she not been in love with HER best friend.
And the boy who taught me passion. I wonder what it would have been like with him...had he had a soul.
Still, I don't want these relationships back. My best friend would have hated me by now...because I still wouldn't love him and I drink too much (his pet peeve). The girl...I most likely would have gotten on that "But I don't want to like girls...I want a family" kick that I always get on when I date girls, despite the fact that I could never find a guy that could make me forget about women besides the boy who taught me passion. And that was all a game to him. It wasn't real. And besides, I am happy in the realistic, passionate, heterosexual relationship I am in now. I just get wondering sometimes...and those memories stab.
And the girl that got away...I still wonder what it would have been like with her had she not been in love with HER best friend.
And the boy who taught me passion. I wonder what it would have been like with him...had he had a soul.
Still, I don't want these relationships back. My best friend would have hated me by now...because I still wouldn't love him and I drink too much (his pet peeve). The girl...I most likely would have gotten on that "But I don't want to like girls...I want a family" kick that I always get on when I date girls, despite the fact that I could never find a guy that could make me forget about women besides the boy who taught me passion. And that was all a game to him. It wasn't real. And besides, I am happy in the realistic, passionate, heterosexual relationship I am in now. I just get wondering sometimes...and those memories stab.
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Hey how was your halloween?