I have burned this bridge but other walkways still interconnect us. I am happy with where I am, with who I'm with.

I look at her and I feel the slightest pang. I had fallen so deeply obsessed with this person.

I look at her now and I wonder why I ever felt such obsession.

The pouring rain drown out their conversation and I find myself for once in the present. My thoughts are anchored deeply into the needs of tomorrow, the motivation that must be built up today. There is no more longing. There are no more what ifs. I had not believed I would grow or adapt.

This might be some delusion or arrogance or even narcissism.

I am the one that got away.

(I got inspired my David Sedaris work of the same title.

any criticisms?

Please feel free to contribute your own of a similar theme if you're feeling romantic or nostalgic.)