Writing prompts can tickle memories and draw out thoughts I hadn't had in years.
Was he the one who got away or was he never there? Depends on the moment in time when that question is asked. For a while, in my mind at least, he was the one. But he made it clear that I wasn't Which, I suppose was also a way of saying he wasn't the one. Friends, we were and remain Friends. A complicated relationship for me, not so much, for him. Love, closeness, emotional attachment Commonalities, differences. I left. He left. Now we're each writing a new chapter His is long, ongoing I've written several, they are shorter. While I've been writing new plot points He's on the chapter he started when he left. It might be a long one It might be his last one As for me, There will be several more chapters I hope. Was he "the one" who got away or was he never there? Time has erased the expectations softened the feelings. But the question randomly surfaces when I hear a song, read a sentence in a book or a line in a poem see someone who reminds me Of him. It's a moot point now. As I write another page I'm tempted to go back several chapters, revisit the characters and plot. unearth memories. What was real, What could have been. Images and feelings have blurred over time. love and its many contradictions. Was it one-way love? Was it non-romantic love? Was it love at all? Does it matter now? As he used to say, It is what it is. And now I say It was what it was.