“Some love stories aren’t epic novels, some are short stories; but that doesn’t make them any less filled with love.” — Carrie Bradshaw
most relationships begin with this phrase the same way most relationships end on this note.
it's funny also to think that the relationships we think about the most are the ones that never even begun.
whatever the reason was, the one that got away whenever remembered is often covered in a cloud of smoke, like a mystic creature. the purpose for its existence in our lives never truly explained fully.
memories of the one that got away is never bitter because no ugly memories go with it, instead, the one that got away is often followed by giant question marks often questioning if we really did all that we could to make it the best that it could be.
the one that got away is a good memory to go back despite it being short simply because it was sugar and all sunshine.
probably not the best reality, most of it was probably imagined yet this fact doesn't stop us from going down candy land with all our childish wonders.
today, i finally locked the door to a semi-imagined reality, letting go of all what ifs because at the end of the day, i still believe that if things are meant to happen, they will happen without me obsessing over it.
and in a way, i had to be fair, nobody could truly live up to my imagined criteria, even the overzealous one who got away so the story had to be closed-- for good.
and writing this entry just really made me realize that if the person who got away was truly worth having in our lives, would we have had let them slip? would we cease the moments instead of wasting them in our silly fears?
if the person was really worth it, shouldn't it have been worth fighting for?
maybe all these lessons were the things i needed to learn to prepare me for the one that would stay.
so for that, thank you to the one who got away.