The One
Found out in random conversation that The One (the only person that I've ever said,'I love you' to, the only person I've ever wanted to say, 'I love you' to) got married recently after a very short engagement. I was sad at first. I had to go spend a little quiet time crying alone. They didn't feel like pitiful tears but more like cathartic ones. Afterwards I felt a little better. My chest had less of a tight asthma-ey feel to it, and things were pretty much back to normal. Apparently, without knowing (or I guess verbally acknowledging) it, I'd been hoping that he'd come waltzing back into my life somehow in true Hollywood style (ala Serendipity) and we could pick up where we had left off--before the severe fracture of our relationship. This solidifies it--serendipity is not in my cards. And I'll just have to be alright with that.
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