“The one who got away” We all have one, I think.
Can you have one if technically the person was never truly yours? I’m gonna go with yes.
This isn’t your typical love story, in fact it wasn’t even until after the story ended that we even met. When I say love story I say it very lightly. I was not in love, in fact it takes a lot to win this heart of steel over, the L word is not thrown around too often with me. I’ve never even been the first to say or initiate it. But, I was definitely very charmed and intrigued by this human being.
So it began when I got a DM (I know, I know) towards the end of 2015. Typical 2015 dating, right? Well at the time I didn’t respond to it because I was in a relationship. Now, I was familiar with who this guy was. He is the vocalist for a band I had listened to for years and we also have alot of mutual friends from when I was working in the music industry. If I’m being honest my complete thought was DOUCHE BAG. Because I was so over getting hit on in DM’s, especially by a popular musician. A hopeless romantic. Someone who could have his pick. It was simple ya know, just your typical being asked out on a date. I believe it went something like “If you’re in the area lets put on some corpse paint and burn down some churches. OR get coffee. whatever” hahah Kinda seemed like Prince Charming to meeee.
After no response from me he then followed that message up with an apology and if I was seeing someone to disregard his message.
At the time I was in a relationship and I felt like it was going nowhere. I was afforded an opportunity to spend some time with that person, who I wasn’t able to spend an ample amount of time with prior due to busy schedules. During that time I felt physically and mentally bent. I was spending most of my time tending to him during a serious injury/surgery. I felt under appreciated for everything I was doing and was made to feel very inadequate at what was already a very sensitive time in my life. I spent 3-4 weeks out of state during his surgery and then continued to help take care of him in his state where he lived, which was about 8 hours from where I was currently living. Even though he wanted me to stay there I could not do so without making MY OWN income, I was never ok with living off of someone else and it wasn’t going to start then. Id go back home where I lived to work a week and then go visit him for weeks at a time. Luckily my boss understood and was wonderful with letting me make my own schedule that allowed me to come & go. Eventually the whole relationship took its toll. Personality traits that I hadn’t seen before were starting to show. Lies were being told. I felt like I was just too unhappy to deal with the stress of the relationship, that it wasn’t worth it. And I felt like had he been happy himself, it probably wouldnt have gotten to where it did. So I, yes, I, called it quits. That doesn’t mean that I wasn’t sad or tore up about it because I was. We had been through alot and accepting failure after all the heartbreak it caused was very hard. But at the same time I knew we were not right for each other, we were just two completely diff humans with some of the same interests. He and I are cool.
ANYWAYS, with that being said; you needed a back story on where I was emotionally.
Fast forward post break up.
I was laying in bed alittle sad and lonely when I remembered that DM I had gotten months earlier. He had left his number so I decieded to text him just to fuck with him.
After I was done having my fun I told him who it was and from then on we chatted day in and day out. From goodmorning texts to goodnight ones.
I had never met (even though at the time we hadn’t met) anyone like him. He was mature and open with his feelings. Real & raw. Funny, charming and witty. So passionate. He had a way with his words. He’s older than me, probably why he was so up front with his feelings. He made me feel more than enough after just getting out of a relationship that made me feel like I was never good enough. It was proper timing that he came in my life when he did. He was such a gentleman at all times. Never once saying something out of line, or inappropriate. He was so fucking thoughtful. Sent me carepackages with little trinkets in them, post cards, just sweet sweet gestures. I remember the first time he called me. If you know me, you know I don’t like talking on the phone. I was so nervous to answer, so I had to gain the nerve and call him back. I remember it like it was yesterday. He was stuck in traffic. After that time it was much easier. Conversation was easy with him. One time we talked on the phone for hours while I sat on the kitchen counter so I wouldn’t wake up my roommate. A night we shared our passions and demons. He wanted to get to know the real me, he didn’t believe any internet bullshit. Our connection seemed to be on such an otherworldly level. I felt so connected to him. You could feel the electriity, the energy, vibrations through our conversations. Unbelieavle.
He wanted me to fly out so we could meet, see if the chemistry was real and in person. I was very reluctant on it because I felt I hadn’t been out of my past relationship long enough and he respected that and didn’t press the matter. Made it clear whenever I was ready to visit, he was ready for me.
I don’t think he really knows how enamored I was with him, even to this day. I downplay those types of situations to avoid being hurt. I wasn’t fully open with him. My guard was up. It felt too good to be true.
Alot of our time talked was spent with him in the studio. He was in the middle of writing a new record for a band he had recently joined. This was a huge milestone for him and a very exciting time as this band was huge. I was getting sneak peeks. A glimpse into this new album which was really cool. It made me feel good he was so open with letting me in on such an important part of his life. Every morning he would get coffee and head to the studio and I knew around what time to expect his text. Or a photo of the beautiful yard he would spend his studio breaks in. I knew his daily routine and he knew mine. If he were stressed or over worked I knew it because I was his outlet. He told me he had a good feeling about me and I felt the exact same thing about him.
He told me I was his muse. His writing inspiration for this important upcoming album.
Time went on with us getting as close as we could via Iphones.
He felt like a best friend & a future lover. A romance so pure.
We said goodnight as we always did.
The next morning I wake up and head to spend the day with some friends. I found it odd that I hadn’t heard from him all day but just figured it was because he had a long important day at the studio ahead of him. I mean, it never stopped him before, so I kinda knew something was up. That evening I texted him and didn’t hear back until late that night.
My heart sank with every fucking word I was reading.
How is this bullshit that wrecked my life biting me in the ass once again and my personal life at that? Nothing was on my mind other than heartache and doom. I felt fucking doomed.
I am a numb person. It takes quite a human to interest or intrigue me. Yet here I was feeling the end of something that never even had a chance to begin. I think that was the hardest part, not ever being able to try. Left alone to wonder.
So you know how I told you this person had recently joined a band? Well a very well known band who was in the process of making a very important come back album.
A band that has a very intense management. PR team. The wole nine yeards.
I bet you’re wondering where I am going with that, or what was in the text, what made my heart sank, or maybe you have an idea.
I had gotten a cowardly text. Not even a phone call. A text. A very long, endearing one, but still a text.
Apparently some important people were at the studio that day we will just call them higher ups. PR. He told me that he had not been shy gloating about his new romance in the studio and upon an interview with someone was mentioning me as his muse. When asked if I were his girlfriend he said “no but she will be”
Being in a high profile band, making a high profile album, it all peaked the curiosity of his management and PR team. And ended any hopes of what we might could be. Yep, his team did some social media digging and felt like continuing anything with me would be road they would not want him to go down. He was basically encouraged to end things with me for pr and media purposes. While an ultimatum wasn’t given to him he ultimately wanted to make his team happy. Now, from a sad girl perspective I was angry and heart broken but at the same time I understood completely. This opportunity he had was so beyond me. I would have never ever wanted to cause him issues and if anything with me could jeopardize that, I don’t blame him. He had worked his entire life writing records and playing music and now he really, really had this shot at the big leagues. Who am I to be upset or mad at that. I remember the text him telling me he felt like a sell out and a coward for letting other people dictate his feelings and life like that. In a way maybe he is, but I can’t say that I blame him one bit. I bowed out gracefully and wished him the best.
It was hard telling my friends, the few people who knew he and I had a thing. I was embarassed, mortified, sad. How do you explain all of that to someone? and multiple times?!
Now, thats not where this story ends; after that talk Id hear from him every now and then but time moved on and so did we.
I eventually started seeing someone who I was pretty crazy about. Crazy enough to take a plane to surprise them outside their gate just to ask them to be girlfriend, AND then turn around and fly right back home a couple hours later haha
LIKE DAMN WHEN WILL SOMEONE DO THAT FOR ME!?!?
SO, I go out to DC with her for one of her shows (she is a musician as well)
I CANT HELP THE OCCUPATION OF THE PEOPLE IM AROUND GUYS
ANYWAYS, guess who is also playing on the same show?! anyone? anyone? YUP. you guessed it…. So here I am at this show with this person I’ve spent the past week falling in love with and also THERE is the ghost who haunts my heart. WHO I NEVER EVEN HAD THE CHANCE TO MEET BC SHIT HIT THE FAN. OH MY LIFEEEEEE. AND WHAT AM I 16? lolz
I see his dressing room, across from where our room was, so I decide to text him and tell that Im there incase we see eachother in passing or something. I quickly briefed her on the situation so that she wasn’t in the dark about it. Up until then I had never even mentioned him to her. I do believe I made things sound less extreme when filling her in, but I guess at the time I didn’t feel the need to tell every detail. I didn’t want her to worry or think that there was something more bc at the time I was crazy about her. But, there was this part of me that really wondered how many times I walked under the ladder, spilled the salt or broke that goddamn mirror. There was a part of me that wondered why the universe was fucking with me. We met outside to say hello. I felt completely winded. I kept it short as I didn’t wanna be disrespectful to my relationship but this hello and goodbye was so bittersweet. Seeing him for the first time and after everything. He asked me if I wanted to drink some coffee and talk. I wanted to. Id be lying if I said I didn’t want to. But I declined.
Shortly after I received a text message from him. Telling me all the things I wanted to hear long before that day. It all made me smile, again all so bittersweet. He is a man with class. I truly believe there is not anyone like him and thats so not like me to say, trust that. If he reads this, he probably didn’t even realize I held him in such high regard. I’m not good at telling people those kind of things..I’m better at writing it I guess.
Now we are friends, we keep in touch, and I’ve been to a few of his shows. Nothing feels weird between us it just is what it is. Actually pretty recently he told me he just wanted me to know nothing was ever bullshit and I played a pretty heavy role in his life during that time.
I think we both have a high level of respect and care for each other. I’ve grown since and came to alot of self realizations and I’m just happy he and I can remain friends.
I don’t know if theres a moral to this story, if there is maybe I haven’t uncovered it yet. The universe works in mysterious ways.