The One That Got Away

We met during my "drought". He was a couple years older than me, and to be honest I had a crush on his best friend, but as we got to know eachother, I really fell hard. The thing was, we rarely got to see eachother - he was working hard on his degree, and rarely had time for anything but school. But we had the same friends (I would often hang out with his brother and sisters), the same interests, the same beliefs, and the same insecurities. We both felt it, but were scared. Neither of us wanted to make the first move for fear of rejection, when really neither of us would have rejected the other. We went on one date.. but it wasn't really a date.. we were scared to death of what would have never happened. We almost got together at that party my friend and I had - he wanted to see my apartment.. but so did that clueless friend that doesn't know when she's not wanted (we all have one of those, right?).

I dated someone else for a while because he never made a move. Then after that breakup we started hanging out again, but I thought I had blown my chances.. I met someone else, and one night when that someone else and I were having problems, He called - wanting to hang out (he would always call out of the blue when i was feeling sad.. it's like he knew!). That same meddlesome friend came along, and while I was outside on the phone, she found out from him that he really did like me.

But things turned out ok with the other guy, and I moved to San Francisco. I don't regret moving - I have a wonderful boyfriend (we plan on marraige one day), and a great job and a fantastic life. I heard from His sister that He lives in Austin now.. I wonder how he is.. I'm afraid to write to him. I just wonder sometimes...

This was the first album he ever gave me.