I did once. I seen her walk by at morning break and I was in awe. I didn't get to meet her until the next week. We hit off immediately. She was one of a kind: great personality and so pretty.
shareYes. 2 years of dating and twenty years of marriage later I’d say it’s worked out very well😍
shareYes, we dated for 5 years.
We both worked at a call center back in 2004, I didn't gather enough courage to say anything at first but one day I heard her talking to another colleague that she was moving to another office, that very same moment, I didn't think too much about it, I got up, walked up to her, asked her name and if wanted to maintain contact.
She later confessed that she was really hopping I would say something before leaving even though we didn't know each other 😊
I was sure she was the love of my life, I wasn't wrong, that was the first time I really felt like someone loved me as much as I did her.
Unfortunately we were young and messed up here and there, I wasn't correct some of the times and she cheated on me at the end.
Looking back I think it really was lack of experience on how to deal with problems that broke us up, still when I think of her I mostly think of the good times we provided to each other.
Yea, it's interesting that you had luck finding out that she was moving to another office which prompted you to take action. In my case, they opened a new dept. and they transferred some of my better coworkers. I traded with another coworker and got transferred. If I hadn't been for that transfer then it's doubtful I would've met her because the breaks were at different times.
I know what you mean about being messed up. Things get complicated when you have so much to lose. Yes, remember the good. I'd like to think I'd be able to fix the whole situation if I had a redo.
My only relationship began this way, 23 years ago. I was living in a homeless shelter after a fight with my Mom, and shortly after I arrived I saw this woman standing a few yards from the main door. She was of average build and height, with shoulder-length brown hair...but what really captured me was her eyes. For some reason, she was crying; not bawling, just gentle tears. Having grown up in a very hurtful extended family myself, I immediately felt this emotional connection; I didn't even know her name, but I wanted to try and help her if I could. We met properly a day or two later, became platonic friends...and then within a few months everything went from almost heavenly to absolute hell. There were a lot of reasons behind all the chaos, and we tried a total of three times over a five-year period to work things out...but ultimately it all fell apart. I spent many years after that blaming myself, and its just recently that I've been able to focus on the better times with her instead of the worst ones.
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