The one who got away
In life we go around kissing so many frogs in hope to find our prince charming.
There is always that one boyfriend or girlfriend that we think we messed up our chances with them. Every time when I think of this person my heart skips a beat, and tend to get the ‘first date jitters once again. What’s more tormenting to this experience, is having that particular person living in the same area as me. Every time we bump into each the spark arises, but that’s all there is to it. I’ve learnt to live with my pain as the one who got away is now a billion miles away from me, let history rest.
The one that got away is the same person we always wonder what is happening in their lives, have they found their true love or are they still searching, rescuing princesses and kissing every frog there is.
The one that got away is the same person we befriend on FB, just to constantly check on their profile to see what they are doing, who they’re dating, basically keeping in touch with the lost love. They’re the same person we can’t wait to see their recent pics on INSTAGRAM, following their every move on all the social networks because we just can’t let go. We ponder to ourselves everyday wondering what may went wrong with, or we’ve done to let such love escape our hearts. Love can take us to a state of psychotic tendencies. The one who got away.
The one who got away is the same person I still have their numbers but have never have the courage to call them, but marvel at their numbers. It’s the same person I still have their pictures on my phone, treasuring memories of us together. The one who got away is the same person I find myself thinking about and I can’t help myself not to check out their recent status updates on every social networking platform. But everyday I remind myself that, that is the part of life which I had to go through.
The one who got away is the same person we always feel to reconcile with, but the thought of all the pain and tears that we had to go through in order to accept that it is all over, is what keeps us sane to move one. This is the same person who we remain friends with, because we had to forgive ourselves in order to be happy with whom we with or where we at. The One Who Got Away.
Love gone forever. The one who got away
By; T. Sibiya