A recent conversation with a couple of friends lead me to tell them that I don’t think of anyone in my past as “The One Who Got Away.” I am not haunted by any notion that there was some woman who came across my path in the past that I rejected when instead I should have accepted her. When I realized this some months ago it was kind of a relief for me. Perhaps this is because I am someone who doesn’t handle regrets well.
At the same time, I also recognize that there is something particularly depressing about the fact that in all my years I never came across anyone who could have been a match for me. It certainly creates a sense of loneliness, and perhaps a sense that the future will be no doubt from the past. But all in all I prefer my present state over the alternative- regretting “letting one get away.”
Perhaps my readers share this view. Perhaps they find the alternative more palatable. So I ask you, whatever your present station, to voice your thoughts. Which is
better easier to live with: To have someone in the past “Who Got Away”, knowing that such a person exists, or to have never met such a person at all, and to wonder if they do.