Posting here for the first time. I’ve had a bit of a wild ride in terms of relationships. Not wild in the sense that I’ve been with a ton of women, but wild in the sense that I didn’t expect my life to turn out in the way that it did. I’ve had my share of experiences now, but it all kind of started with one girl. The one who wasn’t right for me…
We tried our best, met young, both wanted a long-term story, and pushed aside other temptations to be with each other. Took our time, took the right steps, but somehow things just didn’t ever match up. A lot of time was spent on this stage, trying to get things to match up, and in retrospect, I should have been more honest with myself, and her with herself. But regardless of the conflicts, there was a strong attraction that lived under the surface of all the incompatibilities.
Time just kept pushing us away, the divide growing bigger, the chasm deeper, the realization that we’d never be able to be “that thing” to the other and it was so painfully clear that things should have ended long ago. And yet we had kept hanging onto that little fleeting thread, either because we wanted something good, or cause we just couldn’t get enough of each other regardless of the pain.