Me? I am "The One That Got Away," you say. You? The one who took too long. Us? Never going to happen; a thing in the past. Do I ever stray away from reality and think about the "what ifs"? Of course. But that's in another life. In another life, I might be yours. But I think about the things I wouldn't have if I ended up with you. Most importantly, my son. He plays a crucial role in the woman I have been shaped into today. I can never give that up. Any children I may have had with you wouldn't have shaped me in the way my little boy has. I love my husband. I really do. Were we a wrong fit for each other at one point? Absolutely. But in the two years he and I were split up, I prayed for him every single day. I prayed that he'd better himself. Not for me. Not even for our son. (Although that was very helpful) But for HIMSELF. He was miserable with the life he was living. I truly believe I was placed in his life for a reason. As he was for me. So, sorry. For now. And probably forever. I will remain... THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY
"In another life, I would be your girl. We'd keep all our promises. Be us against the world. In another life, I would make you stay so I don't have to say you were the one that got away."