She was always "the one that got away". Nobody could ever measure up to her or seemed good enough in his eyes. As much as he claimed to me that I was his ideal mate. I always knew he longed for her and her presence; although absent; tormented his very existence.
She was most men's idea of the perfect girl. Blonde, petite, intelligent and drop dead gorgeous. The pain she caused his young heart forced him to believe he could never trust another women. Thus, ruining future relationships.
Long ago I stopped pursing a relationship with him. We were better off as friends. We were two lost souls thrust together by circumstance; we both needed someone at the time so we could heal. Contact became scarce over the last year or so. Life took us in different directions. Yet, we always knew when each other was about to hit rock bottom and made sure we were there for one another.
The last time I contacted him he told me he was spending time with her. "The one who got away". A few days ago he contacted me and I learned their relationship was rocky. He felt as though she was losing interest. I didn't want to be harsh; they werent the same people from long ago. People grow up and change and I don't think he took this into prospective when he got back together with her. He was worried that he was going to lose his dream girl a second time.
I gave the best advice I could. He needed to talk to her. He has been known to constantly bottle up his emotions and worries. Until he eventually explodes and blows things way out of proportion.
In the end...
He let her go.
I have a lot of respect and admiration for this. It takes a non-selfish person to let the one they love go. If you love someone you want to see them happy. Even if this means without you. On the other hand I feel so bad. I'm the one who told him to talk to her and tell her how he felt. He said I shouldn't feel bad because if it weren't for me he never would have told her and would have been hurt worse later down the line.
