Yes, though I feel as though it wasn’t a one-sided thing. He and I sorta just got away from each other. And honestly, that’s a good thing. We were in each other’s lives intensely and deeply very quickly, and we helped each other get through some tough times, and then we called it quits.
People always say sometimes you fall in love with the right people at the wrong times or whatever. We had the kind of relationship (if you can call it that) where we fell in love but never felt it necessary to define it.
He was the kind of guy who, when he told me he was dropping out of school, I kissed goodbye, even though I had a boyfriend, because I knew the chance of me ever seeing him again was slim to none, and he was cutting off all forms of communication from me to ease the pain of leaving. We didn’t fall apart, we just drifted intentionally.
We got away from each other so we could get to bigger and better things. I think of him often, simply because I hope he’s found happiness like I have. He deserves it.
The one who got away is the one who shows you how to appreciate what you have when you have it. If you’re going through it right now, I promise it gets easier.