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Edited on Sat Aug-09-03 12:57 PM by Ivory_Tower
I usually don't spill my guts on anonymous message boards, but...
She was the first person I met when I moved here. She was beautiful, smart and funny. Surprisingly to me, we got along great, and she liked hanging out with me (beautiful smart funny women usually have better things to do). We never really got seriously involved with each other, although I'm sure there was a spark. She warned me that she had just gotten out of a bad relationship, and wasn't ready to get involved with anyone else yet, so I took the warning to heart and decided to simply remain friends. Naturally, within a year she started dating someone else. We still remained friends.
A few years later all of us needed new housing and ended up sharing a house together (me, her and her boyfriend-now-fiance, and another friend). After a few years she and her fiance bought their own house, and I bought my own house. We still remained friends, although now I realize how much I had been eating my own heart out all that time -- the old "so close yet so far" thing, I guess.
Then out of the blue one day I discover that she's leaving her fiance and moving across the country to live with a guy she used to work with -- she said had kept that from me because she didn't know how to tell me.
I went to visit after a couple of years, and we still hit it off great, and I eventually made the mistake (or maybe not) of telling her how I had felt that I really blew it with her -- her reaction made me realize how badly I had really blown it, because I'm convinced (or maybe just deluding myself) that she regretted it, too.
So of course she and this other guy got married....
I just saw her again recently and she hasn't changed, and we got along wonderfully, and I still realize after all these years how badly I blew it.....
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