Those who know me best know the story of Aaron. The boy I had a crush on for most of junior high and high school. I was “so in love” with him and had a pseudo friendship with him for a [very] brief time. And it actually wasn’t all in my head. It was way more convoluted than it needed to be in the way the teenage mind convolutes things. Or at least the way my [teenage] mind convolutes things.
I’ve rehashed this ridiculous story so many times, the poor horse can’t possibly take another beating.
Then again, we all know how I feel about dead horses.
In the years following high school, I had myself convinced for a long time (a long time) that it was very possible he was “the one who got away.” All because I was too wrapped up in my own screwed up mind to act on anything when I had the chance. What if? What if? What if?
At some point, I’d finally resigned myself to being single for the rest of my life and tried to convince myself that it really didn’t matter if Aaron was “the one who got away.”
And then I met Bob.
My whole world changed.
Aaron truly did not matter anymore.
And then Facebook got really popular.
I started to see profiles for all these people I went to high school with.
And there was Aaron. He looked pretty much the same, just older. Not quite as ZOMG!SO!CUTE! as I remembered, however. From the information that was public on his profile, I learned he was living in Texas. And he appears to be really, really into Jesus.
Huh.
It’s probably a good thing he “got away.”
Because while I can respect someone who is really…really into Jesus…
That just ain’t gonna work out in a relationship with me.
Not in a life mate at least.
If you need me, I’ll be over here with my husband. The one I acted on. The one who didn’t “get away.”
Because Bob and I are connected at the brain.
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