I met him on NYE, spent the whole night night talking. I had just broken up with my first boyfriend (you see, I wasn’t much of a dater throughout my 20’s and my first boyfriend came at 29). I was completely inexperienced and after that first relationship I wasn’t really looking for anything. But things happened. He was here on holiday with some friends and we just connected. Spent the entire night talking, before we noticed it was morning. I had to go, but he wanted to see me later. I agreed. Instantly and without hesitation. And we spent together the rest of his vacation time together. By the time he had to leave I didn’t want him to go. He’s from the other side of the world, so FaceTime and texting were our way to talk everyday. That summer I flew to see him. And spending time with him there, was absolutely magical.

His grandmother (who raised him) told me she had never seen him so happy, and she was really happy for us. And I have that memory so we’ll preserved one my mind, I can almost recall every detail...when I heard the part of been with your chosen family, it hit pretty close to home, it took me back to that moment. Because it felt like his grandmother was welcoming me into the family.

Came back, and we resumed our conversations on FaceTime, texts, calls and so on. December came around and he spent Christmas and NYE here with me. And then the following summer he came back, we did a road trip. And talked about us moving in together, agreeing me was the one to move in with him. He goes back, and his grandmother passed away within a month after he retuned. He took it really hard, in between him grieving, distance, him asking for space, then the space became time apart. And eventually by the end of the year, we had broken up.

We recently spoke and while it was nice to hear him, it was clear to me that he was the 1...but sometimes life happens and we don’t get to be with that person no matter how hard you tried. How much you wanted it. Still won’t be...