*Damn it, I wrote this story only for me and have really not wanted to post it. It’s very personal and makes me look insane. However, I’m taking the monthly contest as a sign that it’s finally time. Y’all are really about to see how human I am*
*I thought about breaking this into parts, but it just doesn’t work.*
If it seems like I usually have the upper hand in my stories, it’s because I do. I wasn’t cold when I was younger, but incredibly guarded. My confidence was outrageously high and I was usually the one to drive people crazy.
Until this dude.
I’ve dated a lot of folks I wonder about, buy this is actually the one who “got away.” It’s still painful to think about and there is no way for me to write this without sounding batshit crazy. I have no idea how he would tell this story, but I highly doubt I’m his “one who got away.” I still can’t make sense of this.