It all started years ago when I first joined a site, and I didn't know many people. I struggled to make a name for myself, giving people the currency for the site and just being generally pleasant. I then met the one person that has given me my greatest highs and my lowest lows. At first, we hated each other, calling each other's bullshit on the forums, and always nitpicking about the littlest typographical or grammatical error that the other was making, but soon, things changed. Her and I started talking offsite on MSN and eventually I worked up the balls to ask her for her phone number. Things were great, she fast became my best friend, and I assumed that she would always be a part of my life. After a few weeks of talking almost non stop via MSN/phone we decided to meet in person. Fireworks. We both looked at each other with a sense of disbelief that after almost 4 years of online chatter, we were in each other's arms. So we spent the day doing the usual, and then parted ways. She lived in Maryland, I lived in Pennsylvania. Things picked up quickly, fast changing to seeing each other every other weekend. Then the time came that we decided to mess around. I was in love. She was my view of perfection. Smart, gorgeous, loving, witty and headstrong...I wanted her forever. At the time, she was still living with her parents, who were very strict and overbearing. She gets into it with her mother and makes her decide whether to be disowned by the family or to come home. Airing on the edge of safety, she drove home one last time, with a teary goodbye. We talked a little over the coming months, but she just didn't seem the same. So we parted ways, with a message here and there, asking if we still think of each other....of course, she is my inamorata. No response for a long time, then I find that she is happy, with someone else. This made me happy, she is happy. So I wish her a great holiday, and wish her lasting happiness. Not so much as an emoticon.
I guess with time, people move on. I get that. I just wish she would have acknowledged my existence. That would have made my year.
The one who got away will forever scar one's heart. I've learned this first hand.
