I'm a bit of a hopeless romantic (always have been). Was feeling shitty, so I looked up one of my old last "true" crushes from a long time ago (partly I was curious & just wanted to remember) & found out she no longer lives in the area. She relocated to Quebec for some type of writing position for a production company. I'm a bit selfish about it & it kind of broke my heart. I regret never trying to strike-up more of a friendship with her (to the extent of hanging out and knowing each other deeper). I was way too shy to even dare to, during that window of time I met her (even though it would have been worth it).
Its just that it was one of those rare cases where you meet someone and they just feel like a kindred spirit. Almost an instant kind of familiarity, where everything that the person says/does or seems to think, just clicks with you on a level never before experienced from others. I didn't make myself like her at all, nor did I get swept up in her image or anything superficial, like I have with others before.
I feel lame admitting all this, cause its common consciousness to take risks and not let opportunities slip through your fingers, especially with love. It just feels like my loss & although I've let go of it through time, that weight hasn't really hit me until now, cause the hope of maybe meeting her again (or making attempts) is lessened now.
Damn, lesson learned!