My love life is a RomCom (slash thriller, perhaps). Let me go ahead and make a huge assumption -- Many of us have experienced the very tragic and addicting - "The One That Got Away" story. Or at least thought he or she was the one. I am no exception. My very first article on Thought Catalog is published. It's a very personal letter to him, to the one who (almost) got away. The thoughts around this letter and the link to the article is in this post.
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As redundant as this may sound, we are not perfect. That is very okay. It makes us human. What separates a bad person from a good person, in my opinion, is all relative and is possibly more based on intent than on outcome. I say this because I am insinuating that I am not perfect. And what I'm about to share to you will completely shatter whatever notion of the ideal life you thought I led, specifically in the love department. My love life is a RomCom (slash tragedy, perhaps). Let me go ahead and make a huge assumption -- Many of us have experienced the very tragic and addicting - "The One That Got Away" story. Or at least thought he or she was the one. I am no exception.
I have been right and wrong about many things. I am not sure how our story fits in quite, yet. I don’t have the full power of retrospection, yet. Ah, story. That’s where I wanted this to lead up to. My deepest flaw is my love for stories. And that is why we didn’t work out. I idealized you. I idealized us, just like I idealized everything and everyone else. Which although, somewhat fulfilling, it never worked out. And when I realized you weren’t a character, I kept writing, and I made new pieces, new plot twists, and here we are. Apart. And maybe that’s also our story. But here is what I’ve realized and it kills me. I’ve finally realized this. -- This Is What Will Win Him Back (Or Lose Him Forever) via Thought Catalog
And being the only Lynn I know and am forced to love for reasons only my mother may understand, I couldn't help but write to him. As I was trying to firgure out whether or not I should send it to him, I sent it to Thought Catalog first. Why?
For many reasons...
1) My good friend suggested I submit the letter to some publications. She told me how much she could relate and how others can relate. When she said, "this made me cry," I knew this was beyond me.
2) I read Thought Catalog every single day because I'm a twentysomething looking for an organized thoughtful lists of emotional shit of anything or anyone I can possibly connect to.
3) The story-obsessed me found the idea appealing. If I decide to not send this to him, he may still bump into it on the world wide web some how. Perhaps 10 years later, when we're both married to our respective spouses, heading down our own paths,, our very separate paths, maybe he'll have kids or something, that this article will pop up in his inbox randomly. And he will think of me. But it's too late.
So, I submitted it to Thought Catalog.
Several weeks later, it was published. I freaked out a bit. A lot, actually. And if you're wondering if I sent the letter to him, the answer is yes, yes I did. Of course I did. Why would a letter filled with intent be written without the intent of sharing it? So, what happened after I sent it? I guess that's another blog post for another day.
Here is the article on Thought Catalog -- This is What Will Win Him Back (Or Lose Him Forever)! Feel free to tell me how you feel, what you think, and what you took from it. I'm all ears.