I was talking with a friend today about past relationships and he brought up this woman I’d been seeing and wasn’t anymore, but was still vaguely hung up on. He told me, “I think she could be the love of your life. Don’t give up on her; you need to find that out. You want her just the way she is.”
Truth is: I don’t.
I wish I’d never met her – at least not when and how I did. I wish I’d met her much earlier in my life or that I could skip forward months, even a year or two, and meet her for the first time then. It’s complicated (always is) and things didn’t, couldn’t, work out in the shape they were when our paths crossed.
I told my friend this: “I don’t need to find anything out. I already know. She could have been the love of my life, but now all she’ll be is just the one that got away.”
You see, timing is everything.