There are some romantic partners that, no matter how hard you try, you cannot scrub from your brain and heart.
In some cases they're your first love - the one who drew you into the scary waters of vulnerability and then left you heartbroken and melted. Other times it's a stranger or acquaintance who left a mark of infatuation too strong to shake or forget. But in many cases, the one who got away has an arc for more complex - a relationship that failed, or maybe never officially sparked, and years of longing.
In a popular Reddit thread, people answered the question: "Those of you who met what was probably your soulmate, but didn't wind up with them, what's your story?"
These stories range from beautiful to heartbreaking to deeply surprising.
Met a girl on an early era Internet date, before OkCupid and stuff was around.
We met at a restaurant around 6pm and had talked all night til they told us they were closing.
We clicked big time.
She up and vanished on me after that. Found out several years later she’d been killed in an accident.
She was my high school sweetheart, but I was too young and stupid to realize how amazing she was and I broke up with her. My family moved away to another state and I lost contact with her and any mutual friends, but I never stopped thinking of her.
30 years and two divorces later, she shows up as a “person you may know” on Facebook. I sent a friend request and went to bed. Unbeknownst to me at the time, my friend request came up on her phone at the same moment that her husband of 20 years was telling her that he wants a divorce.
We started talking and reconnecting, I flew to meet her a few times, then moved back to be with her. That was 2 1/2 years ago and now I can’t imagine life without her...
We met 4 years ago through a mutual friend. He was very much into the same stuff I was. Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, Sci-Fi literature, heavy metal and musicals, etc.
My proudest moment with him was showing him the recording of Ian Gillan singing Gethsemane and watching his jaw drop. I loved him so much then.
I introduced him to Monty Python and he showed me The Fall, which became one of my fave TV series. We just...taught each-other stuff. I taught him some Swedish, he taught me some rudimentary SQL.
We just clicked in everything. Went to concerts, movies, parks, museums and stuff. I took him to my favorite city here and showed him the historical buildings and so on. We went to the castle near the city I'd go for summer vacations and it was like a fairytale. They had a medieval festival there, with minstrels and stuff. We sat and listened until the dead of night.
Nothing ever happened, not even a kiss, but we never stopped smiling when we were together, and of course I cared so much for him.
...and then his GF came back from her year abroad for school. They had decided before to put their relationship on pause for the year, but when she came back they started over. We're still friends. I became friends with her too, because I genuinely like her. I never felt any resentment towards either of them. I just .. felt empty. I still do.
I'm invited to his wedding next Saturday.
We were both quite young and too emotionally immature in our own different ways, but he at least was mature enough to know we weren’t suited for a relationship at the time. Since then it's been a case of bad timing.
He was in a relationship when I was single, and then when I got into a relationship later on he became single shortly after. I love my partner too much to ever consider leaving them for this guy, especially since I hardly know him anymore and still feel a bit of residual shame over things I said and did, but I always wonder what might have been had things gone differently.
To this day, I have no idea.
I was home schooled through high school, but I took dual-enrollment classes at my local community college. In English class I met this girl, I'll call her Ash, who was doing the dual-enrollment program with her school too. We were both in our senior year of high school and had both just recently gotten out of negative relationships. We started doing homework together and spending time together outside of class. We had really great chemistry and started dating within a few weeks. We dated the whole school year, and as we were both graduating we were thinking about going to two different colleges but in the same city so we could keep seeing each other. It was some of the happiest times I've ever had.
Then one day, we met up and went on a walk through one of the hiking trails at the park. We took the trail up to the overlook, and we sat down and enjoyed the view. It was just that time of day in early summer where the sky was turning orange and doing weird stuff with the clouds. I looked over at her, and after a moment of taking in her beauty--and she seemed like the most beautiful person I had ever seen--almost simultaneously we frowned at each other.
After another second of making sure it was truly what I wanted to say, I told her, "This...isn't going to work out, is it?" And she shook her head and said, "No, I don't think it is." We both started tearing up, and I told her, "I think I've loved you," and she told me that she loved me too. Then we walked back to the beginning of the park holding hands, hugged each other in the parking lot, and got in our respective cars and drove away. School had let out at that point, so I never saw her again.
To this day I still think about her. She's married now with a kid on the way, and I'm in a very happy relationship with my SO. But to this day I just can't pinpoint what it was that told both of us it wasn't meant to be. And I always wonder what would've happened if we had just ignored it and stayed together.
He couldn’t commit. We dated on and off for over 10 years. He was in the military, so it was a lot of long distance, which was ok for me, I like my independence. We had a pact to marry at 30, which we were close to. I met my husband when I was 28. When I told him that I was getting married, he called me from Afghanistan and professed his love and said we were soul mates. But that’s as far as he went. He didn’t ask me to rethink my engagement. He didn’t say any of the things that you would expect to hear from someone who missed their chance and wanted it. I got married.
I still talk to him occasionally, he is married now. But when he talks about her, moving in was just the next step. And marrying her seemed like the right thing to do at this point in the relationship. And they seem to get along well. (Paraphrasing his words) I think he settled because he realized he messed up.
I love him very much, and probably always will.
When I met him, we had the most romantic summer of love. We were both living in different states but spending the summer working at the same amusement park (big park, had employee dorms and is partially named after a tree, also featured in the 1998 film "Edge of Seventeen"). We worked together and immediately had a strong connection that evolved from friends into a full on romance. The kicker was, he was still in the closet (coming from the bible belt) and his high school sweetheart/ long time girlfriend was working at the park with him. He hadn't fully accepted he was gay, but was more "bi curious" and became one of those where I (the fully open and confident gay guy) had helped him experience affection and intimacy for another man; all behind his girlfriend's back. He was "waiting for marriage" with his girlfriend so he was also a bona fide virgin.
While we both knew it was just for the summer, I had fallen hard for him. We had shared our most intimate secrets, even things he has never shared with his girlfriend or anybody else. My young heart was hoping that one day, him and I would be together. After the summer was over when we went back home, we texted and sexted almost every day. He went through periods of guilt and such that any closeted gay guy from a conservative religious background goes through and tried to just be friends which I respected. However, it still always came back to us talking to each other as lovers, usually at his behest.
A year later, he came to visit me and we spent a week together catching up on a lot of things and spent the week essentially making love. He went back home and we continued our long distance "friendship" until a year or two later. He seemed to start to lose interest as he went back to work at the amusement park and met knew friends (one that he said he fell in love with but who was legitimately straight). Slowly our "friendship" withered away until I, feeling depressed about the whole thing, sent him a scathing email that evolved into a huge fight that changed everything between us. We lost touch for a couple years. (I regret what I said in that email today, but then I was driven solely on a broken heart and frustration that he wanted to maintain his relationship with his girlfriend when it was so clear that it wouldn't last).
A few years later, he gets back in touch and announces that he is marrying his GF (same one). Brought back some old feelings of love but I kept them to myself and went to attend his wedding, I brought my own date (a dude). My date and I were the only male-male couple in attendance at a wedding in a small town in the bible belt, so it was a bit scary but we didn't have a problem. I am also a wicked line dancer, so at the reception when all the white people wedding songs came on, I made their jaws drop by showing off that at least one person there could actually dance. Since it was his wedding day and he was focused on the event, we didn't get to spend much time chatting or catching up, which I was okay with. It was his day, I was happy for him and I wanted him to enjoy it.
After the wedding, we chat online some more and he tells me for his honey moon, they are planning a road trip through my state and asked if they could stay the night at my place 1 or 2 nights to save money. Of course its okay. I also give them some suggestions of cool landmarks they can visit during their trip. The first night they are in town, they got a hotel room but him, his (now) wife, my bf (same date from the wedding) and I meet up for dinner at a local restaurant. His wife and my BF are bored as hell as him and I catch up, like old friends who never lost touch we just talked for hours and hours. However, the sexual tension between the two of us needed quite a sharp knife to cut. The next day, when they did spend the night. Him and his wife were sleeping in their own bed and I was in mine. He told me later on that he was tempted to sneak out of his bed and join me in mine for an hour or two. I wish he had, but wisely, he did not.
When they left, I bid them good bye and we fell out of touch again. 3 years later, he gets back in touch with the same ole "why haven't we talked in so long" to which I respond that he never responded to any of my messages to I figured he didn't want to be friends and I wanted to move on. To which he finally drops the bomb...
"So I am going to come out as gay, and divorce my wife." I mean, shocker right? (Sarcasm) but he needed a friend for advice and moral support so I was happy to provide. I thought "wow, now is the time I can finally tell him that I have been in love with him for all these years and be with him." But before I could do that, he tells me the story of how he met a guy last year and they've been secretly "dating" behind his wife's back. I end up with a broken heart yet again and didn't tell him.
But I was there for him through all the emotions and fear he was going through as he prepared to embark on this big change and the uncertainty of coming out as gay while married to a woman in the bible belt. Of course my first question was "did you have any kids?" Thankfully, no. Second question, I asked him how his first sexual experience with his wife (and first woman) went, and it quickly explained why they never had any possibility for kids. (Shocker, I know.)
After that summer, we didn't talk much until a few months later when he packed his whole life, left the bible belt and moved to Chicago. He had broken up with his "boyfriend" and again, I was there for emotional support. I was ready to drop my "L" bomb when before I could, he told me he had met someone there he was now living with. Again, broken heart, but it was clear we still both harbored feelings for each other and occasional exchanged hot pictures and sexted, me holding out hope that maybe I would finally get what I have been longing for. This emotional experience for me, at this point, had killed at least 2 different relationships (over different time periods) with guys I was dating because it stopped me from developing feelings for them. I feel really bad now, because I was a completely jerk to them and no doubt left them with a broken heart.
Finally, I just said f*ck it and in my own emotional puke, I told him I was in love with him and wanted to be with him. I just let it all out there. He essentially responded with "I love you to" but at the same time, put me right into the friendzone, (Click here for a visual representation of how that made me feel). I stayed "friends" with him on FB but distanced myself a bit from him and unfollowed him when the posts with him and his Chicago BF became too emotional for me in the vain hope of moving on.
About 6 months later, I still hadn't gotten over him and every time we chatted (a few times a month) my heart would flutter. So I told him I wanted to come visit him for a few days in Chicago. It was during the travel off season, so I booked a cheap flight and a nice hotel room for cheap in the Boystown area. I was looking forward to a few days of us catching up on some intimacy, adventures, and just spending time together. What he didn't know was that after years of toiling in emotional turmoil over him, this trip was going to be the decisive moment that I would decide whether or not to continue to pursue him, or move on with my life. At this point, it had been 10 years since we first met, I was at the end of my 20s and contemplating other life changing things as well.
Well, during my visit to Chicago, we had some sexy and non-sexy fun times. However, I had realized that while it had been 10 years since we met, he didn't really seem to change that much from the person that I met, not much personal growth or maturity at all. I had left Chicago with the answer I was seeking when I arrived. I got on the plane, with a sense of closure and happiness that at this point, we are different enough people, in different directions in our life that a relationship is simply not going to happen. I felt like a huge emotional burden was lifted off my shoulders and ready to pursue new things in my life. It was truly freeing. While we're still FB friends today, we hardly ever talk and you know what? I'm okay with that!
TL;DR- A gay version of Ross and Rachel from Friends, but with a different series finale. Also, a true story, reminiscent of the 1998 film "Edge of Seventeen"
Because he wasn't my "soulmate" but he really felt like it at the time.
There was something really strong drawing us back together again and again, feeling like we were meant to be together, that we had an energy and connection we could have with no one else. But there also always seemed to be a force pulling us apart. Like he could never really settle, "commit," and be my "real" boyfriend. I am sure I was also ambivalent or didn't really know what I was doing, but he held all the cards in that way. (Even after years together - on and off - we only admitted we had been in love when he was about to marry someone else.)
This man was no doubt one of he great loves of my life, I still think of him often and very fondly even though we haven’t spoken in almost 20 years. But he only felt like my soulmate to me because he was the first intense, adult love of that type I had ever had. This was the case for both of us, and I think it's a big part of why we kept going to back to the same well to see if it would work out.
Someone here said that the first person who treats a teenager like an adult will have that teenager's undying devotion, and to be careful of that. I think, for some people, it's the same with love. Because he was my first real love, I sort of imprinted on him and our relationship. I felt nothing could ever be like that again, and I was right, but it's not bad on balance. We were together, on and off, for five years and I never seriously dated anyone for more than a few months for about eight years after that, when I met the man I eventually married. I don't believe in soulmates, but I do believe you have a few great loves in your life.
Just another dumb 21 year old who wanted to have his cake and eat it too. Wanted her and all the others. Wanted to do “my thing” while she was just hoping and waiting for me to return. Found out too little too late that the grass was not greener on the other side. Now we’re both 23, she’s moved on with someone else, and I’m here still thinking about her at times.
Still stings, but not like it did at the beginning. In hindsight, I’m glad she got tired of my shit. I wasn’t taking life very seriously, I was immature, and other than merely passing classes in college I didn’t have much else going on. She changed me, and life hit me like a ton of bricks after she left. Hopefully, one day we talk again. Till then...
She was everything I ever dreamt of, then multiply that by infinity and take it to the depths of forever. Truly one of a kind type of girl. Loved everything about her. We shared similar thoughts and feelings about everything, the perfect soul mate. Sadly, she's just as fearless, she died in a hiking accident falling off a waterfall. I've never felt or been the same since, my passions passed along with her. I feel numb without her.
Met her in high school. Perfect girlfriend. Very attractive. Loyal. The whole package.
I wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment, though. I wanted to focus on myself, go to a good college, and explore what the world had to offer, so I broke it off about a year before college after 2 years of dating and a year of friendship. No regrets. I’m in a good place now at a good school, so it all worked out. I still love her though. Not in the sense that I’m dying to be with her again, but in the sense that she’s always gonna have a place in my heart, as cheesy as it sounds. I wish her nothing but the best.
This may sound a little out there. I want to clarify that I am currently in a committed relationship with someone I love very much and I consider a soulmate.
But in terms of missed connections, there is one single time in my life have I have seen someone - just looked at them, and was immediately overcome with an intense, profound attraction that went beyond physical. I guess you would call it love at first sight. I've really never believed in that, or really even knew what it was. And I'm not sure if this is what people refer to when they say that, but this was a transcendent and instant magnetism I have never felt before or since.
It was in the parking lot of a grocery store, of all places. I was on lunch break at work.
I was driving out of the parking lot when I saw this girl in the parking lot leaning against an old Bronco with her arms crossed.
She was wearing these sort of Native-American type tan leather pants, boots, and a black tank top. She had tattoos up and down her bare arms (I'm a sucker for tattoos), a nose ring, and this amazing long black hair.
And she also just had this air of utter and total self-possession. When I looked at her she looked back with the most profound confidence I've seen in a person. Like I felt it. This was a woman who could break worlds.
I almost crashed because I couldn't take my eyes off her. I wanted to park and get out and say something, but I was in a relationship, and I didn't even know what I would say. I felt like I would just stutter, and she'd crush me under her shoe and keep walking.
I was deeply affected by that for hours afterward. I kept thinking of her. I still wonder where she is. Who she was. Whether she lived around the area or was just passing through like a storm.
On the off chance that any of you reading this happen to be a very attractive woman in her late 20s or 30s who with a unique fashion choice, nose ring and long dark hair, and remember standing like a warrior queen in the parking lot of grocery store staring at this sad little office drone gawking at you as he drove by - how's it going, who are you, and how did you become such an effortless bada*s?
She was my physical therapist. I got sick a few months back and lost the ability to walk., Which she helped me do again. I don't actually remember meeting her. As my cognitive ability came back, she was just a normal part of my day. Hard to describe. I know it might just been a friendly, professional relationship, but I feel like something might've been there. And the help she gave me in the worst time of my life inevitably gave me strong feelings. Got discharged before I could ask her out and don't know how to get back in touch. Yet.
The man I considered my soulmate and the one that got away was someone I wanted so badly and just couldn’t ever have. Whether it was bad timing or just in different places in our lives. We lost touch and found each other over and over again consistently over the course of abt ten years. He found me after a few years of being out of touch and I was married. When I got divorced I found him and he was in a relationship with a new baby. I confessed my love for him at that time, but he didn’t want to hurt her and I understood.
I met my now husband soon after that and said my final goodbye and moved on. I think about him often and wonder how he is and what he’s doing. But, I honestly feel like if we had ever got together and had a real relationship he wouldn’t hold the same place in my heart. Instead, Life would have happened and we would have ended up hurting and hating each other. It just wasn’t meant to be, and I’m sure it was for the best. I am now in a very fulfilling and happy marriage with a wonderful man and a new baby. He is undeniably my soulmate, but I would have never found him had the timing ever been ‘right’ for, “the one that got away!"
He was perfect. Funny, charming, weird, loving. We hit it off immediately and were together for almost 2 years. He supported my decision to go back to school, traveled with me, adored me. He had a tendency to be self defeating and would often drop things if they became to difficult but we we're each other's best friend. He supported me and I supported him.
He switched his unit at work and met a girl who he started hiding messages from. She became a point of tension between us multiple times but we usually worked through it. Finally a year later after just getting home from a trip we did for my birthday he broke up with me. Saying he didn't like how we fight and that he didn't think we wanted the same things in life. We spent the whole time on vacation talking about getting married and had plans to move in together in a few months.
Turned out the night prior he lied about going to a work thing. He actually met her in the city and she told him she liked and wanted to date him. I found this out through a mutual friend after he broke up with me. He had lied to everyone.
I lost the love of my life to the girl he told me not to worry about. And now she can have everything I deserve and was promised. I feel like I'm drowning in everything I could have said or done differently to keep him around. And I know that everyone keeps telling me I need to get over this but I cant. He was everything I ever wanted.
She just didn't feel the same way. I've learned now that I tired to bury that pain with other relationships, but 11 years later and I would still swim across the ocean, fight a giant squid, and face anything to be with her.
I just never shared a single iota of the level of emotional connection I shared with her, to another human being. She still holds secrets that I have never dreamed of sharing with another. Everything about my time knowing her was simply effortless and completely sublime.
Kristen if your on here, I'm hopelessly in love with you still, and sorry that professing this to you back in Chicago all those years ago ruined everything.
Even if you still don't reciprocate the feeling, I would love to have my friend back.
I met him on an "adult" site, and it started out as purely sexual but evolved. He admitted he had feelings for me and I was completely flabbergasted and never had even considered it so I was like uhhhhh, no. Then a couple months later, I realized I shared those feelings. We talked all day everyday, but I eventually discovered that I was not the only person he was talking to.. He has very low self-esteem and needs multiple people to want him. So that completely shattered me, but I knew he was very important to me (and vice versa), so I was able to ultimately remain friends with him.
5 years later, he is my absolute best friend, he comes to visit every year, and I would take a bullet for him. We still talk all day everyday, but I have absolutely no romantic (or sexual) feelings anymore. I absolutely believe he is my soulmate because he's changed nearly every aspect of my life, and I believe soulmates can be platonic (a la Dawson and Joey). Hopefully I'll find a romantic one somewhere out there though!
I don't know if she was my soulmate or not, but it was certainly a special moment when I saw her for the first time, and then I was absolutely amazed to find her suddenly standing next to me after wishing I was brave enough to go over and say "hi".
We got to talking, we spent the whole night talking, and then the evening after that as well. She had a boyfriend at the time, but they were long-distance and in trouble and broke up soon after -- nothing to do with me, I hasten to add. But all of that and I felt I had to keep my distance, and just make a point of spending a lot of time together and letting things develop naturally.
It was working beautifully... until about a month ago, when I had to head back home for a while and, although we'd made plans to meet up, she went and snapped her Achilles tendon while dancing. And promptly seems to have fallen for the man she was dancing with at the time.
Sitting here right now cursing my luck. The most wonderful, gorgeous woman I've met, who seemed to enjoy my company almost as much as I hers, but wasn't quite emotionally ready for us to get together yet; and then fate has put paid to any hopes of a slowly-burning relationship...