The one that(almost) got away.

We almost missed our shot together but I couldn't let him be the one who got away. It would have haunted me for a very long time.

It was a very wholesome and loving relationship which was short lived by choice.

It had run it’s course within a few months and if it stayed on longer, bad blood would have spilled with a lifetime of regret and bitterness. We were smart in that way, we knew when to stop.

This was 3 years ago.

Let’s jump into the present moment.

We were both invited to a friends birthday dinner. Neither of us were sure if we were ready to see one another. At least I was sceptical.

I ran through the pros and cons of seeing him and in hindsight, I’m glad I went.

I got to see how beautifully we ended our relationship and that we had peacefully moved on with our lives. There were no lingering feelings.

I felt his eyes on me multiple times and vice versa. We are exes at the end of the day so there was infatuation in the air but not the awkward kind.

The happy kind.

The kind where you’re thinking ‘ we used to get naked with each other at a point in our lives’. Good times I say while nodding my head.

As the evening came to an end, the rest of the group started joking about our time together and how we should give it another go.

It was just banter which I enjoyed but it also struck a nerve. He knows it as well as I do that it needed to be talked about.

I thought there would be some residue of emotions that would come up as I am an emotional person and I need to talk things out but to my surprise, there wasn't anything.

I was at peace with choosing separate paths in life. We loved to the highest limits and then we fell out of love and there’s something very comforting about going through all of that.

I’m happy and satisfied with where I am in life and I’m glad that things happened in the way that they did.