when I was in High School, I started dating my now ex wife. At school, I met this really great girl. We got along perfectly, hung out all the time and we just clicked. I mean, she showed she was willing to work for me too. she brought me breakfast EVERY morning. She got along with all my friends, was beautiful and intelligent. She also loved coke, like I did.
Fastforward a year and 3 months later. We get drunk one night and she spill her heart out to me. Tells me that she loves me and wants me to go to Chicago with her after we graduate. God, I wanted to say yes so bad, but I was such a hopeless romantic. I told her that I was sorry and that I loved my g/f. In reality, I'd been hoping she felt the same way about me as I did about her. But I pussified and backed away. She stopped calling me after that like she used to. Just every once in a while to see how I was. Our friendship fell apart. My g/f got pregnant, I got married and became miserable.
She moved to Chicago, met someone she cares for and is getting married this Spring. We still talk via email every once in a while, but pretty much just to stay cordial.
I regret that decision so much. Both of us have been extremely successful for our ages and we both have similar goals. It's painfull obvious that it could have worked. But I had to be faithful and stick with "love".
The only good thing that came out of this decision is my daughter. I thank God every day for my daughter, but I still wish things could have been so much different.
I hate you guys.
