Think back to that one perfect moment in your life where everything good aligned and no matter how hard you stared into the distance, there was no jagged edge of the world for you to fall off of. Every dream was a happy one and the best of them, the ones your heart longed for the most, came true every morning when you opened your eyes and smiled at the sleeping figure beside you. Just a look from that one and only was enough to ignite ferocious joy on even the most dreadful of days. One word uttered from their lips and you were suddenly enraptured, taking in every syllable. The slightest touch would ignite a fiery passion that all the water in the lands could not extinguish.
Fuck that. Stay away from perfection.
I had one of those. And it was good. Great. Amazing. Something that, back then, I never considered loseable. But it was. And the losing sucked. And it did not matter how much I wanted what was gone back, there was no way to close the gulf that had formed between us. Fault fell to both sides, but neither would admit it until it was too late to undo what had been done.
Take this as a precautionary tale. The same could happen to you. Guaranteed doubly if right now you are thinking holy shit, I’m passed euphoria on my way to the one that got away. If your sugar pie is still there, even in the midst of an angry fog that suffocates the life out of you, its not too late. But one day, perhaps sooner than you could imagine, it could be over and done and that chapter of your life will be just a footnote in history. So why take the chance?
I used to ask my self that. A lot. I, for the life of me, I could not figure out why the fuck I said and did what I said and did. I just did. As for my former one and only? I can only imagine. As fucked up as everything was between us, I believed us both happy. I was consciously blind to my ill intentions, which I am sure led to our demise as much as the intentions themselves, because I was sure things would work out.Oh, it’ll work out – I’m planning it that way. Silly thoughts there, I know.
Allow me to clarify: I knew what my goal was when doing the underhanded things I did; I wanted back that perfect moment. What I could not figure was why I worked so hard to achieve what is only ever meant as a fleeting moment, especially considering how fucking happy we were before everything fell into place. In time I realized what went wrong.
Before perfection, we were comfortable, at ease, content. And after the euphoria faded, we were… not so much. I wanted it back. The one and only did not see any reason for it. Fights began, small at first, which eventually grew into I’m plotting your murder-type events. And so the plotting began…
Sadly, or maybe not so sadly, all the planning in the world could not keep this union from falling apart at the seams. Damn, did it get ugly; the kind of ugly that ends in drunken shame (not mine, of course; shame is a silly thing to concern one’s self with) and shattered dreams (cruel, but effective). The things we do out of spite, only to realize that where passion and lust and a true connection once stood, nothing but a steaming pile of shit remains.
And that, my dear stalkers, is the recipe for making one that got away. It is so easy a caveman could do it. It’s so easy, it’s happening right now, all around us, and many of them (you) do not even realize it. But that’s why I’m here. I’m your warning against losing it all. Maybe you haven’t had that perfect moment yet. Those of you nodding, count blessing and hope you never experience the couple-killer. Those of you that did reach that moment and want it back? Forget it. It’s so not worth it. Pretend it never even happened.
Nobody wants to remember someone as the one that got away.