...once Upon A Time

... my story is hardly any different from most stories about lost love ... I was a first year student when I met him, we were young and very much in love, our relationship went through a lot of trials, but we always managed to keep it and to keep the fire burning ... we complemented each other and made plans for the future. We were often stopped by strangers and told that we were a beautiful couple, everyone around us was sure that such love is rare. We were happy and loved each other. But, after about 6 years, everything changed, we started planning our life together and he got scared. He started to avoid me, he said that he wanted to change his life, he wanted to become a person with influence and positions in society, and with me he did not see how he would achieve it, he was not strong and ambitious enough, he needed another environment and people who to ascend him to his aspirations; Even the friends he grew up with were already boring and useless, he began to shy away from them and became less and less involved with this company; I pulled away, let him think, I didn't want to press him, I tried to understand him, no matter how hard it was for me. I wanted to give him time. But he started dating different women until he finally found the right one: successful, independent, who helped him and gave him the necessary impetus he had so dreamed of ... During this time, he kept calling me and telling me how much holds on to me and how he needs my closeness, which he fails to receive. Not from him, but from his best friend, I learned that he would become a father and quickly get together for a wedding. I can't tell you how I experienced this separation - I was on the edge, as if a part of me no longer existed. I was like a shadow for more than a year, I didn't go out with our mutual friends, I isolated myself from everyone, it was good that it was my family because I don't know how I would survive it. I am now 32, I can say mature enough, financially independent, I have achieved most of my dreams; I was very ambitious - I was promoted, I already have my own home, thanks to my parents; This did not satisfy me - I decided to travel, I studied and lived abroad for almost 3 years; I also managed to prove myself there, or more precisely to prove to myself that I am a valuable person. Yes, but even if you travel the world and try the best - don't you have the flame of love to warm you - the meaning of everything else is lost ... I write this story with the hope that one day I will fall in love again and I will be happy; I met respectable men who wanted to share their lives with me, but I can't live like this, I do not want marriage just because this is how man is arranged - to continue the family, I want to build my future with love and flame. It happens to me to meet him on the street - in his eyes I still see that flame that I know well, I feel the sadness in his voice, I know that I will always be in his heart, but so it was written to us ... everyone to continue in their own way road. This is what I wanted to share, this is the pain that has accompanied me for years ... I had many dreams ... now I have only one - to find the flame in my heart again ...