Now that my daughter is 18, i think about it in a different way: was that the single biggest mistake of my life? Not that I don’t love my children (from a different father) to death, but I don’t want her to repeat that mistake. I moved on because I thought I was too young and wanted to “see the world”. Now I see my daughter deeply in love and about to follow that same course (go off to college) and I wonder: why did moving on seem like a good idea. It might be that he would have grown into an awful person, but I have never, ever, had such a devoted, handsome, charming and loving mate as the one I turned my back on (or at least the one I regret having done that to).
It’s been so calming to read some of the replies here. Thinking of the one that got away can sometimes feel like a betrayal to the one (the quite wonderful one) I have now, but it seems now as though it’s just another part of life for so many people - including me. thank-you to everyone for sharing their thoughts.
Way to go Frank!
I got him when I was 19 (!!!!) and 47 years later, I thank God that I had that much sense so young. He is, without question, the best thing that has ever happened to me and I love him more today then ever.
Andrea: marvelous isn’t it—She was 21 and I was 22 and after the war we stayed together for 30 years until she was gone and I never got to say goodbye—but I have my memories and they are lovely and I’ve never really had to say goodbye because she is still with me, she never left really left, she’s still there in my heart as she always will be, and we talk daily. I’ve nearly forgiven that bastard of a drunk who killed her. I hope he’s made atonement.
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind…
Andrea, Phyllis posted this and gave me the memory or it again: I love this lines—they say it all really.
Yes, from time to time I do think of the one who got away. And when I do, I think of the Stephen Sondheim song “Send in the Clowns.” It was a case of timing, and ours was horrible. More than once, more than twice, timing was just horrible. I’ve always believed Fate has a hand in these things. I trust that belief and have accepted the outcome of that relationship.
It was fortune that brought me to Anne or luck but I’m too much of a romantic to believe in luck—it was fortune, fate And Arleen you romantic too, aren’t you. Fate definitely brought me her. out of all the gin joints, in all the the towns,in all the world :-) she walked into the club in Nam and I fell hard and forever and so did she. Fate. Oh yes.
Frank, how is this for Fate? ‘The one who got away’ and I have birthdays in November; his is the 12th and mine is the 14th. Our romance began just after our birthdays. That year, the November full moon was on the 13th, the day between our birthdays. There were numerous other incidents that added up to far more than coincidence. Fate indeed.
Sister Scorpio, that was an explosive mix. I’m a Scorp too, so I know. I remember a past Scorp BF as being very passionate, but we weren’t compatible for some reason. Looks like your experience was far more memorable.
Lena…I could have won beau coup bucks on a bet on your astrological sign. There is a depth and aura about you in your writing that screams “Scorpio.” I am one as well. The sign gets a bad rap at times (“can be stinging, etc.”) but as with all signs there is a capacity to work its aspects in the positive or the negative. A Scorpio in the positive goes beyond the surface and enjoys to hang out in “the ethers” for perspectives. One working the sign in the negative can be a force to be reckoned with, it is true. Have known both. I aspire to be the former. :)
Then this is a double honor Sister T S! Your perspective slapped me upside the head. Only a Scorp could have made that observation and only a Scorp could have truly appreciated the depth. I’m very grateful to you. At the writing of this response, I haven’t checked to see if you elaborated on the”sacred”. I read the posts backwards, checking for new responses to questions that I have answered.
You know what it’s like to have our rep, it’s pretty intense at times. I like to see myself as the one of the symbols associated with our sign, the Phoenix, burning away the old and regenerating into a new creation. As I enter the second half of my life, some things have to be abandoned- permanently.
I know my dark side and that which reflects the light of our Creator. Like you sister, I wish to promote positivity as much as possible (big smile)
Sister Lena,
I’m tucking in a message in a whisper that I am leaving, as another sister put it, “Wowville.”
Quiet reflection and the experience I had following Frank Peterson’s post being chosen for the “friend stopped by” feature (are you up on what transpired?) has made me aware this is not where I belong. As I prepare to make a quiet exit, it occurs to me I want to write you to tell you what a very beautiful soul you are. I’m the better for the connection, despite how brief,” Namaste.
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