Many many years ago, I could have got together with someone, but didn't. I remember really liking him, we really really got on, I thought he was brilliant.... But, I was cautious. - I thought we wanted different things.
So we never got together but stayed friends. Then he met someone else who he's still with now.. I don't remember pining after him, but I did feel a vague sense of loss.
So our lives moved on, we stayed in touch. I met someone else got married, kids...
I wasn't thinking of him at all romantically, we'd meet up very occasionally, completely platonic, and I'd merrily continued my life. We'd drift in and out of contact.
But then....
He told me he had feelings for me. I brushed it off initially. But it made me think about how much I enjoyed his company, about how my life would be if I was with him - very different to my life now, but much more like I had imagined my life to be, if that makes sense.
His declaration that night completely messed with my mind. I started to fall in love with the fantasy of him. I looked at my life and everything that was hard, or not quite how I wanted it to be, would have been magically erased had I got together with him. Everything that was frustrating me about my husband, would be banished if I had got together with him. I felt like I was in the wrong life with the wrong person. I felt like I just realised I was in love with him all along and was a fool for not realising sooner.
This was several years ago now. I'm so pissed off with myself. I get the thoughts under control for ages and then it all rears up again and I ruminate over what could have been and pick over reasons we didn't get together, kicking myself for 'letting him get away'. It's all bollocks! I just lose all perspective.
Wtf. Someone please help me break this! I'm so tired of its recurrence. I need to focus on my actual life not this fantasy one that never was. Help!