We all have one.
That love of you're life (at the time) that you think of every now when then.
Maybe even 1st love
But why did it finish? Was it your fault?
find them
feel them
finger them
fk them
forget them
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Years ago I was traveling in Africa for a couple months on one of those overland trucks and met an Aussie girl doing the same with another company. We would cross paths every couple of days during out time their, our two groups often having joint parties/nights out, and ended up getting together with her about half way through. She'd been in England for the last few years, only living 10/15 miles from me, but was doing the trip on her way back home to Oz. Was absolutely gutted the day she flew back home. Tried emailing back and forth afterwards, but she soon got together with an old school friend and ended up married with two kids. I have her on facebook and they just recently got divorced.
I don't believe in it, really. "What if" scenarios are rendered perfect in the imagination by benefit of actually never happening. Life, in reality, is a lot of boring stretches of time with small intervals of happiness and love.
There was a significant other once, we had so much in common, it was the laughs though that made it, but sometimes the closer two people get the more pressure there is on the differences. I'm the first to say there is no perfection, but sometimes it is the differences, those moments that are not smooth, where you get a feeling for the edges of that significant other. In the immortal words of Chris Rock...
"
You got to love the crust of a motherfudger.
You can't just love
the white part of the bread.
You gotta love the crust, the crumbs,
the tiny crumbs at the bottom of the toaster.
That's what the real motherfudger is.
"
All my relationships ended when they should have..
Promised to stop smoking and didnt.
Agreed to go to two events with her and was so wasted from night before I couldnt get out of bed.
Absolute lunatic partying all the time.
Then she took a job on the other side of the world.