I Turned Out to Be My Ex-Boyfriend's One That Got Away

At twenty-five, I could sum up my life in one word: stable. A stable job, a stable life, stable friends and family... All this stability came with a distinct lack of excitement and variety. There was nothing new in my life anymore. Every day was the same. Most of the time, I felt nothing, though sometimes I got tired of living this way. I had no plans for the future, because making plans didn't mean they would come true. A six-month relationship two years ago had also left me with no expectations of love.

Just when I thought the rest of my life would be just as uneventful, I ran into the ex-boyfriend I'd dumped two years ago. I thought he would hate me. I never expected he still liked me and had been looking for me all this time. I couldn't believe it myself. What did I ever do to deserve that? He chased, I ran. And so we began another round of push and pull.