He was a photographer from Brazil on the cruise ship I worked on. We'd stay up all night talking in my room and there was so much sexual tension. But he had a girlfriend and both of us respected that. It was hard.

There was a friend who went back to her ex after our first date. I found someone amazing. She and her ex broke up right around then. If we had both been truly available at the same time, I think it would have been great. She also seems to believe that.
She's the one who got away. And that is what she shall remain. I am happy with that.

We became best friends during our middle school days. The summer after high school graduation we dated and it ended when we went to different colleges. She got her Phd at an elite college and I got my second bachelor's from the first college to have a polymer science department. We still exchange a couple of emails a year.

Plenty... many... and at the same time... it was meant to be... but there is only one that really believed in me as I am and she could had push me right to a different life. That's the way it is. The others pale and become irrelevant. We are not talking love... we are talking getting away. She knows, I know and love has nothing to do with it but the offer was there and I blew it. Not the first time... not be the last either. There is always a lot of forks in a gypsy's trail. She will always be remembered and that's that.