I had a relationship like that a few years ago. We met, instantly clicked. She was in a LTR at the time - 7 years with the guy, and "trying to leave him for six years and a half".
We fell hard for each other, began to text a lot, talk often on the phone. One Friday night, she had an argument with him, texted me, came over to my place. We watched a movie (A King's Speech), she left. She texts me Saturday morning, we have breakfast together, spend the day and part of the evening together. Sunday, same thing. We make-out Sunday evening, she seems shocked that something happened. She goes home, asks for time to think.
Three days later, having broken up with her boyfriend, we were together.
We had absolutely nothing in common except for our work and schooling. Didn't like the same music, didn't have the same education, religion, objectives in life. We didn't plan to raise children the same way. She wanted to be a stay-at-home mother, I wanted a partner who worked. She wanted to stay at home every evening after work, watch tv shows and relax on the couch, I wanted to go out with friends, watch movies, have fun.
Still, I loved her, and I thought she loved me. It was a great time.
She left me a few months later, and went back to her old boyfriend. She told me that I had everything that she was looking for, but, for reasons she didn't understand, missed her ex. I still think that was she was missing was stability and the kind of home life I wasn't willing (or capable) to provide. She came back to me a few times, when she wasn't feeling loved enough by her ex. And then, after a few days of sex and cuddles, she went back to him.
We had a conversation at that point, six months after we first got together, and I told her I couldn't do it anymore - seeing her coming and leaving my life like that was too painful. She told me that she regretted a lot the fact that she hadn't met me ten years ago, before her long-term relationship, when she still believed in love.
We parted way for a time.
Last August, I texted her happy birthday. She told me she'd left (again) her ex. We began to talk again, to text through the night, to call each other first time in the morning and last time in the evening. She left the country for a few weeks for work, and we were skyping and talking every day.
When she came back, we had a talk. I asked her if she wanted to try again. She said yes. I asked her if you could tell me, truthfully, that she wasn't still in love with her ex. She said that she couldn't. That whatever was happening between us, she may still have feeling for her ex, and that she didn't know what could happen in the future. I told her I couldn't handle that.
After that, we didn't speak for a few weeks. Eight weeks, exactly - the last day we talked, I knew I had a project deadline eight weeks later. The day of the deadline, thinking about her, I noticed we hadn't talked for a long time, so I texted her.
She told me she was with someone - someone she had known for at least two years, that she wasn't in love with the guy, that she didn't find him attractive, but that he had money, a stable job, had always been in love with her, and was ready to provide her with whatever she wanted or needed. Everything I hadn't been willing to do.
I was a bit shocked, but she assured me that it was what she wanted - and that she believed that one day, she could fall in love with him.
Two month later, December 15th, after a four month relationship, they were engaged. She still didn't love him ; she still believed she could love him one day. She still wasn't happy in the relationship ; she believed that she could never be happy in a relationship, and she was satisfied with what she had.
They live together, now, with her fiance's son from his first marriage. We still text each other a lot, even if we don't talk on the phone much. We had dinner two or three times together in the last few months.
This past week, she's been away from the country for work, and messaging me more than usual.
Sunday evening, she told that she wanted to watch "A King's Speech" again.