I have been in love a few times. Each time was different.
- One time I was young, and I felt like I would do anything to be with him. At one point, I remember feeling desperate. He broke up with me. And later wanted me back, but I wasn't desperate anymore for him.
- One time I felt like I had all the control. It was one of those where I felt like he loved me just a little more than I loved him. And so I broke up with him. And it was one of the hardest things I have ever done.
- One time I thought he was the one. I felt like a grown up, in a grown up relationship and grown ups get married. But something was missing, and I pretended it wasn't and I wanted it to be "it" so badly. He ended it.
- One time I was heart broken. And a night out with the girls turned into a night of rekindling. I never saw it coming.
I wish had the time to post pictures of my old flames. I always find it interesting to look back and see how far I have come. And while those relationships ended, I had happy times with those boys. San Francisco, weddings, Dallas, homecoming to name a few.
I read some words today on Dear Wendy that rang true to me:
“If we only pursued relationships that didn’t involve much risk, we’d miss out on some of the richest and most character-enhancing experiences life has to offer.”