Remember... The one that got away? Do you have any past love regrets?

The one that got away may have been a drug courier, so no. Not missing him at all.

There have been times in the past where I wondered about the ones that got away. Fortunately, I’ve had the opportunity to get back in touch with them. After seeing how happy their lives have turned out, including meeting a few wives and children, it brought about an inner peace that somehow allowed me to let go of any lingering “what if?” thoughts.

And after having met a wonderful man that is currently in my life, I have no doubt that any of these past potential relationships would have turned out as perfectly suited as what I have now.

Yeah she got away, damn her eyes. I was sure I fastened those knots tightly as well! :¬)

I always felt this girl I dated in college was the one for me but it is not a regret tat all for me. I heard though she said she is bummin she walked on me. I do have one regret though…

Only one. I do really care about my crushes. The only reason I cared about that one guy was because he was my other half. I just didn’t get to tell him.

I have no regrets.No one “got away” either! Whaaaaa haaaaa haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! ;)

Yes I do. I was almost completely destroyed by a woman. She could care less if I am alive or dead. She doesn’t even care. All she cares about is having her way. People treat her like a gem and treat me like scum. She is the favorite, the queen bee and gets her way. People immediatly don’t like who she don’t like. She is fake and puts on a good show. She tricked me into believing that she was a caring kind hearted person. Every bit of it was a show. Left me with no closer and now I suffer every day from it. I will never forget it.

I fell into the friend zone with a girl in highschool because she liked the bad boys and that wasn’t me. We wouldn’t have worked out anyway.

I wondered what my life would be if I married my high school sweetheart. I thought about it. I know I would of never left town. I would miss a lot of memories. SO I am glad it didn’t happen.

Two guys. One I was able to firmly close the door on prior to really committing to my hubby. No mistakes made there.

The other was from my teenage years which were traumatizing. He was a great guy and I couldn’t handle getting close to anyone. When we met up a while later, I was ready but he was in a relationship. I wouldn’t mess with that.

But then I met my hubby and life has been good. I can’t imagine myself with anyone else.

Yep and I ran into her recently after 10 years! There was still something there, but we’ve both moved on…....such is life.

I don’t have a person like that. I do look at my current partner though and regret I didn’t meet him about a decade ago.

No. But, she does.
;-)

I think this is an idealization of people..then you realize “wow, that person was so not the one”

No not at all, but I know that she has MAJOR regrets. Enough said.

Okay here goes…. The night Marylynn Monroe got away.
August 1982 cast party Guys and Dolls.
16 yrs old. first adult party I ever attended.

I was the biggest Marylynn fan in the world (even though she was dead) and one of the cast members worked in New York from time to time as a Marylynn look alike. I of course was a typical innocent teenager who never dated or partied etc. In fact when I arrrived at the party everyone was in a circle passing around a bong, when it came to me I didn’t know what to do and blew into the bong causing a little mess. Needless to say that night was rather eye opening to me in many ways. My head was swimming with all the happenings going on around me. So I sat down.. on the floor resting my back against a chair in the living room. and I watched, laughed and relaxed, all the while Marylynn is sitting directly across from me looking sooooooo hot. Didn’t want to catch myself looking to long, didn’t want to creep her out. Then at some point in the conversation she looks me directly in the eyes and says “my that chair looks comfortable” and proceeds to get up and walk towards me! Then she sits in the chair I am leaning against proceeds to touch my hair.

Without thought… maybe it was reflex I dunno but at that moment I jumped up and said “that chair looks comfy too” and ran to the other side of the room and continued to fantasize.

It’s was probably around 3:00am that night, when I was halfway home on my long walk, that I slapped myself REALLY HARD upon realizing that I probably let her get away.

Sniff!

Yes, a college classmate. We were flirtatious, but I didn’t know if he was seriously interested, so I never tried to take things further. I thought that if he was truly interested, he would come to me. What’s the worst that could have happened? I would’ve nursed a broken heart for a while, and eventually gotten over it. But now I will always wonder…