Fear of commitment, that also means committing to losing you. I've had a couple "boomerangs" in my life, one I married.
I agonized for years over my 1st real boyfriend. I was an awful girlfriend, too young, full of myself, and careless with his feelings, by the time I truly fell in love with him it was too late, he broke up with me, which I deserved. FF years and years forward found out he turned into a hardcore right winger, and was religious anyway, so I missed a bullet. Clearly he didn't understand me at all so it's just as well. I would've made a terrible "yes woman" for him.

Life is not a movie my freind. It is not TV either. If someone cannot bare themselves to you, even bit by precious bit so you know where they are and are thinking, they either cannot or will not let you there. There would be no failure, you never had a chance. Your feelings of love, I expect were a projection what you wished Her to be. You never knew her. Your "love" for her became an instrument on which to wound yourself. We cannot make someone love us. We can only reveal ourselves and see who "bites". Do not look to the obvious, Seek the hidden things. This is where we lay.

I dated someone for a while about 20 years ago. She was very attractive and to me seemed to have her life all together. I made the mistake of feeling like I had nothing to offer a brilliant, attractive woman who seemed to have everything. She was crazy about me and wanted only my attention. Fast forward to the present, she's married with children and VERY happy, and I love that for her. Turns out, she also found Jesus, so that might not have worked anyhow.

I don't seem to sound conceited or arrogant, but I'm the one that got away.

That was so sweet. She was a fool.

…it was long ago.. but ‘the sign’ I should have noticed was - if, after my best attempts to simply get to know her, she remained aloof … maybe it wasn’t me. Decades later, she confirmed that and we’re now close friends..

Though appearing confident, she wasn’t. And though feeling inept, I wasn’t.. She did accomplish some amazing things, though no children. I feel I’d ‘had good taste,’ but it’s likely best we didn’t connect back in the day… Sometimes it’s best everyone gets away

My first proper girlfriend when I was 19 I left because I prefered hanging about on my bike with my mates and thought she moaned a lot. fuck do I know so differently now.

None of my exes got away. I got away and for safety reasons too.

She would abandon me in Left for Dead.

In my case, it was a childhood friend I got reconnected with. I don't know why I was humored in the first place. I guess I was just a little desperate at the time.

I wasn't thinking about how much people change. I got caught up in how much I was enamored. She's just a beautiful, kindly person. I was such a dork too XD

Long story short, I was a bundle of nerves, and she had well-established friend groups. There were people much better/more familiar than me.

Looking back, it was wrong to want anything more than a little time to reconnect. Baby steps, always

It's very hard when the one you love the most, been married with 10+ years, and have a beautiful child with tells you that she is gay...
This happened just 3 weeks ago...
She took my child, the dog and majority of income...

you got off easy,
An ex of mine suggested "relationship counselling" we had not had a fight, but she moved out 3 months after moving into a unit (apartment) I had bought for us. She had a session with the counsellor, then we had a joint one, she left and it was my turn. He was telling me all looked good, she was fine and happy and we would sort things no worries.
I rang her when I got home as arranged, she was in bed with my replacement.
I was blindsided, the only woman I had ever been "in love" with, that unit took me 7 years to pay off.

I think the holiday in Tenerife, where he insisted on driving all the way from Leeds to Liverpool to catch a 6am flight, and pay for 2 parking spaces in the airport car park rather than 1. It would have made more sense for him to stay at mine the night before and to go in just one car.

Except that he ended the relationship 2 days after we returned, at which point it all made perfect sense. He'd obviously already ended it in his own mind some time before that, but since the holiday was paid for (and this was a Yorkshireman we were talking about) he didn't want to lose out on that. And to be fair, it probably worked out best that way. We had a good holiday, whereas I'd probably have been miserable on my own and 'recently dumped.' The only thing that irked me is that he was still behaving as though nothing was wrong, including having sex several times throughout that week.

Naw. I enjoyed my romantic mistakes and wouldn't change the past if given a choice. All my exes are still fans of mine, and I of most of them.