They started dating four years post-break-up.
It was a serious relationship.
Lasted about 5 years.
She thought he was the one.
He thought she was the one, but it didn’t work.
She was heartbroken for a while.
Wouldn’t date.
Wouldn’t try until she met someone else who reminded her of him.
He was just like him, and she loved it.
But of course, it wasn’t him, so it wasn’t the same.
She couldn’t have him back, so why not settle for one similar, there is no harm in that?
Or so she thought.
Everything was going good, so good, after 3 years he asked her to marry.
She said, yes!
Her ex had already moved on, married.
It was her turn.
They married.
Bought a house.
Got a dog.
She got promoted at work the following year.
Everything was perfect. Or was it?
Her heart wasn’t fully in it.
She was living in the past.
Reliving moments with him.
Dreaming of him.
Longing to be in his arms again.
This isn’t fair to her husband.
She hated herself.
He noticed a change around 2 years into the marriage.
She was distant.
Not talkative.
He tried everything to please her.
Make her happy.
Bought her everything.
He suggested marriage counseling.
She refused.
He wanted to expand the family.
She suggested another dog.
He wanted a baby.
She didn’t.
One afternoon she got a phone call from a random number.
Hello.
She froze.
She couldn’t believe she heard his voice again.
Hi, she barely replied.
It’s been so long, how are you?
I’m good. How are you?
I’m fine.
Listen, I was wondering if we could meet up for lunch sometime.
She accepted the invitation.
They met up for lunch the following week.
It felt like old times.
She felt like a teenager.
She forgot how that felt.
He told her he was getting divorced.
He had no kids.
And he wanted to see how she was doing.
She wasn’t doing as well as everyone thought; she was transparent with him.
He told her he wanted to see her again.
She agreed.
These lunches went on for weeks.
Until she told her husband, she wanted a divorce.
He was surprised but at the same time knew it was coming soon.
He asked for one more chance.
She moved into the guest room.
During one of the secret lunches, she mentioned the divorce.
Now, we can be together like old times.
He told her that he was working things out with his wife.
This would be the last lunch.
She decided to follow through with her divorce.
She wasn’t happy.
She needed to find happiness.
Alone.
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