Today I bumped into a guy I hadn’t seen in 18 months at the office, by the water machine. He said a polite hello and then walked back to his desk. To an outsider it would have looked like any regular exchange that happens between two work colleagues but inside my heart plummeted right down to my stomach and almost out of my butt.
This guy was an ex, who I had split from 18 months ago and was one of the main drivers for me to move to London, to get away from him and the whole drama that surrounded our breakup.
Without going into too much detail, if you’ve read my previous post Why Being The Other Woman Has Skewed My Perception Of Men he’s the last guy on the list of guys where I have been the other woman.
When we eventually ended up together, a few months into the relationship he went to Ibiza and behaved differently when he came back. A picture surfaced on social media of him with a girl, it looked harmless, just the two of them stood next to each other. But my gut could tell there was more to it, I left him, and he is now engaged to that girl.
We met in work, at the water machine no less, and our relationship spiralled into a passionate, intense, all consuming time that was both incredible and draining. Above everything he was my best friend, I confided in him about everything, he knew my deepest darkest secrets.
And that’s why today, when I saw him again for the first time since we’d split, I felt an immense amount of sadness that all that time, passion and emotion had whittled down to nothing more than a simple passing hello.
There are millions of songs, books and films that talk about partners becoming nothing more than strangers but today was the first time I experienced it in such an obvious manner. It made me fear future relationships, how do we know we’re not investing all our time, efforts and love into someone that one day will be nothing more than a stranger to us?
To my readers – I’d love to know if you’ve ever experienced anything similar?