ToFarAwayTimes
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Lots of people find happiness with their spouse or partner and consider that person the love of their life.
Others are in between relationships, waiting, hoping, looking forward to meeting someone new.
I'm curious how many FSUers didn't marry their one true love. Maybe they married someone else. Maybe they are alone.
I've been in love with the same woman for almost 20 years. She's the only one for me, the one I fell in love with the first night I met her, and told myself:
"Don't ever let this girl out of your life."
She wasn't my first love, or even my second. We were next-door neighbors. She was in love with me too, her roommate even told me once. But we never dated, we were just friends.
Two years passed by in our lives. Platonic dates. Love never acted upon. The night she wanted me to kiss her and I wouldn't because she was staying in a weird long distance relationship with someone else. One day, she disappeared and blocked me out of her life without any fight or explanation.
Just completely gone, incommunicado. We have never seen or spoken to each other again.
That was over 17 years ago. Does life move on?
I've dated two women since then, one didn't last long, the other relationship was three years. I'm almost 40 now and obviously going to wind up alone in life, despite my efforts to meet someone else. In all those years I've never stopped thinking about her, looking her up sometimes,
but the last couple years have been the worst.
Everything was repressed deep down, like a defensive mechanism, then it all came out.
What I realized was I don't have any desire to meet anyone else. We were from the same hometown and met far away in another state, when we moved in together as next-door neighbors on the same day.
We were both studying to be scientists.
Our birthdays were the same forward and backward, 3-29 and 9-23.
Whenever the thought occurs to me to forget about her, I can never stop thinking about our birthdays and how we met each other,
like we were destined to be together in life.
Am I supposed to fix something between us? Is there something unfinished? Something that was unsaid?
Every woman I've dated or loved since then has been some variation of her, even my life's work has some connection to her identity,
not an obsession because it was an episode of psychological repression, all these years those feelings trying to bubble back up to the surface
and manifest themselves in other ways.
It would be easier to destroy myself and my own identity.
I've never had a dream about her until tonight. I woke up in the middle of the night, having dreamed that I was at that temple,
Angkor Wat,
but she wasn't there. Nobody was there. It was like a sarcophagus, the lid was being closed on me, alone, for all eternity.
You might think I should contact her, or not contact her, maybe one day, and I've been thinking a lot about that too lately.
But of course she did move on with her life. She married another man.
She's been with him almost her entire adult life, an identity formed together with someone else
in a way that mine was formed without someone else,
and they have three kids, with number four on the way.
Maybe one day I will march into her life and make up for my mistake many years ago, and court her relentlessly,
until she succumbs to my seduction.
And tell her that I want to marry her and have kids with her one day before it's too late.
Maybe one day she will say yes, or one day she will say no,
or maybe one day I will never , because it would be damnable to do that to her kids.
Well anyway I'm curious how many of you are happy with your spouse or partner. How many of you long for someone from your past?
Others are in between relationships, waiting, hoping, looking forward to meeting someone new.
I'm curious how many FSUers didn't marry their one true love. Maybe they married someone else. Maybe they are alone.
I've been in love with the same woman for almost 20 years. She's the only one for me, the one I fell in love with the first night I met her, and told myself:
"Don't ever let this girl out of your life."
She wasn't my first love, or even my second. We were next-door neighbors. She was in love with me too, her roommate even told me once. But we never dated, we were just friends.
Two years passed by in our lives. Platonic dates. Love never acted upon. The night she wanted me to kiss her and I wouldn't because she was staying in a weird long distance relationship with someone else. One day, she disappeared and blocked me out of her life without any fight or explanation.
Just completely gone, incommunicado. We have never seen or spoken to each other again.
That was over 17 years ago. Does life move on?
I've dated two women since then, one didn't last long, the other relationship was three years. I'm almost 40 now and obviously going to wind up alone in life, despite my efforts to meet someone else. In all those years I've never stopped thinking about her, looking her up sometimes,
but the last couple years have been the worst.
Everything was repressed deep down, like a defensive mechanism, then it all came out.
What I realized was I don't have any desire to meet anyone else. We were from the same hometown and met far away in another state, when we moved in together as next-door neighbors on the same day.
We were both studying to be scientists.
Our birthdays were the same forward and backward, 3-29 and 9-23.
Whenever the thought occurs to me to forget about her, I can never stop thinking about our birthdays and how we met each other,
like we were destined to be together in life.
Am I supposed to fix something between us? Is there something unfinished? Something that was unsaid?
Every woman I've dated or loved since then has been some variation of her, even my life's work has some connection to her identity,
not an obsession because it was an episode of psychological repression, all these years those feelings trying to bubble back up to the surface
and manifest themselves in other ways.
It would be easier to destroy myself and my own identity.
In the Mood for Love - Final Sequence
The end of the Wong Kar Wai's In the Mood for Love, influenced by Roman Holiday.
www.youtube.com
I've never had a dream about her until tonight. I woke up in the middle of the night, having dreamed that I was at that temple,
Angkor Wat,
but she wasn't there. Nobody was there. It was like a sarcophagus, the lid was being closed on me, alone, for all eternity.
You might think I should contact her, or not contact her, maybe one day, and I've been thinking a lot about that too lately.
But of course she did move on with her life. She married another man.
She's been with him almost her entire adult life, an identity formed together with someone else
in a way that mine was formed without someone else,
and they have three kids, with number four on the way.
Maybe one day I will march into her life and make up for my mistake many years ago, and court her relentlessly,
until she succumbs to my seduction.
And tell her that I want to marry her and have kids with her one day before it's too late.
Maybe one day she will say yes, or one day she will say no,
or maybe one day I will never , because it would be damnable to do that to her kids.
Well anyway I'm curious how many of you are happy with your spouse or partner. How many of you long for someone from your past?
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