There will always be that one. The one that got away, despite all your efforts. Regardless of the amount of time your put into shaping and molding that "one" into what you wanted, in the end you realize that you can never go back. You will never know what MIGHT have been.
That's the worst part isn't it? The "might have beens?" The thoughts in your head that circle around each other, one of which says 'it was never meant to be, it wasn't what was best for you' while the other one chants ' but it could have been' because you wanted it to be with all your heart. It's hard to look back and think of all the times you have lost something that you wanted so badly. You wanted it to be right so much that you were willing to overlook all the flaws, all the dirt.
Then there are the times when a smell wafts through your memories taking you back so vividly to that place, to that time when everything was promising and new, when there was still hope. But then you remember all too quickly, like a punch in the gut, the loss returns.
You have one too don't you? That ONE that you lost, the one that you really thought had potential? Can you picture that one right now?
I know I can. The memory is still so gut-wrenchingly clear, even after all this time.
There is always one that gets away.