The One That Got Away

by Mike Gayle

I felt sure, in my heart, in my gut, that our split was only temporary, that our story wasn’t over.

when you live in the real world, you don’t just hang about waiting for fate to intervene, you take matters into your own hands.’

you just use every opportunity that comes your way to talk to people, but make the conversation about them, not you, and have no expectations about anything other than having a good chat with a stranger.

no one knows what the future will bring, so there’s no point in worrying about it. All you can do is focus on today, on right now.

what sort of future are we going to have if she can’t even admit to loving me at all, let alone in the way that I love her?

the way for me to make sense of the madness of today, lies in acknowledging the part I’ve played in my own downfall.

What is it about people getting all philosophical, instead of just getting on with the basics of being happy?

that’s the problem with “what ifs”, they work both ways, so if you think about it, they sort of cancel each other out. And all that’s left, all that matters, are the choices we make, choices that don’t come with a single assurance that they’re not going to end in disaster. Is there a chance that things might not work? Absolutely. But is there a chance they might? Most definitely.

life doesn’t come with any guarantees, all you get – all any of us get – is what we get. So, in the end, all you can do is put your best foot forward, and keep doing that ’til the day you die.’