A few weeks ago, my bestfriend Kara and I were talking about the past and I mentioned that I think this guy I dated was "the one that got away". She said she doesn't think it was that guy. I wasn't sure. But tonight, I know now who was/is my "one that got away". Back in 2005. I had a guy bestfriend. He was one of the nicest and kindest guys I have ever met. I don't have bad things to say about him because he has always been caring and kind and lastly, a gentleman. A year after, I started dating him. It was short. Roughly 2 months. It was chaotic that time, and I was impatient. I wasn't understanding, and I couldn't understand why things had to be that way. Will spare you the details since I might have forgotten some of it, or that person might encounter this post. Three years after, we suddenly saw each other and started hanging out again. After a couple of hang outs, he wanted something more. I wasn't ready. I couldn't tell him my ...
Diaries of a bipolar.