I broke up with her in 2017 and think about her almost every day. She lives 1800 miles away but her mother lives in my town and when I bike around the lake I go past her mother’s house just to remember her.
She really loved me. I had to burn all the letters and postcards to try to get her off my mind but I still have dozens of photos and videos of us, and her, because she was so beautiful. I couldn’t take the long distance after 2 years and neither of us was willing to move to where the other lived and anyway I didn’t want to live with anyone after 14 years of marriage. She was a very big girl and I look at her photos, the ones without clothes, and I just marvel at what I had. I watched her walk around my house naked and just couldn’t believe someone so lovely was in my space. I just kept jumping up off the couch to take her in my arms.
We held hands, we ate together, we cried together, we laughed together. She made the floor shake when she walked. I thought that was adorable!
She wants NC so I respect that but I fantasize about running into her even though I would probably just keep walking because when someone says NC that means NC “except if we run into each other.”
My Big her…one of the loves of my life. Well, at least I had her for a couple of years. I was her first boyfriend and first lover and I know she’ll never forget me. My mom said “She’s trying to get over you.” I’ll never get over her. My Big her. Thanks for listening.
