Have you ever thought of all of the relationships of your life, how often you were the one that got away? I have; and I gotta say, mostly its me, not them.
Its not that I don’t have my down-side, I know I can be a challenge. I’m complex (like, really complex) and I can get depressed, and that, my friends, is an ugly thing.
Some of them were more beautiful than me : pretty fish. But nearly always I was smarter, happier, funnier, had a broader vision of life, was more adventurous, more compassionate. My love runs deep and wide, I don’t mislead and I don’t lie, I don’t gameplay and I treat people with respect and kindness ; fuck it – I was the nicer person.
I was the champion catch. I was the one that got away. Some of them just don’t know it. Maybe they are not as bright as I thought at the time?