The One That Got Away

I don’t want you to be the one that got away.

I don’t want to think about you every day wondering how life would be with you by my side. I don’t want to be stuck in an endless loop of loving and missing you.

And yet, here we are.

It’s been a full year since you told me you didn’t see a future with me. We’ve had moments along the way this last year, but nothing has changed since that moment a year ago where my heart broke for the first time. You are still not here. You are still choosing to not be with me despite the fact that you told me you loved me and wanted to be with me. You are still not willing to take the risk.

I don’t know what the barrier is. I really wish I knew what was stopping you from taking the step forward…from taking the steps needed to be with me. I wish the same spontaneity and adventure that compelled you to move to hundreds of miles away for a couple of months would compel you to move a mere 3 hours to be with me. I wish you would be willing to do whatever it takes to be with me. I wish your love for me was as strong as mine is for you.

I don’t want you to be the one that got away, but you are consistently choosing to be away from me. I don’t know why. I wish I could open your eyes to see the potential that I see. But, I cannot. So, on this day of love, I try to remember that you do not want my love. I try to remember that you have chosen a different path and you still don’t see our lives intersecting.

I try to remember that you chose to be the one that got away.