Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - The Ones That Got Away A 17-Year Rollercoaster of Love, Regret, and Unending Connection #24

Episode Date: August 31, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #lostlovehaunts #psychologicaldrama #emotionalhorror #longlostconnection #regretandobsession  "The Ones That Got Away: A 17-Year Rollercoaster of Love, Regret, and Unending Connection"For 17 years, they couldn’t let go—not of the love, not of the guilt, and not of the secrets they shared. But what begins as a bittersweet romance slowly mutates into something darker. When past emotions refuse to stay buried, the line between love and horror blurs. Sometimes, the ones we never forget… come back for us.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, lostlovehorror, romanticobsession, emotionalterror, psychologicaltwist, ghostsofpast, longtermregret, connectiongonewrong, unsettlingromance, twistedemotions, darkyearning, unresolvedfeelings, hauntingmemories, pastneverdies, eerieattachment

The ones that got away, but never really left. We were 21 and we were still foolish. I'd like to think we were intelligent and foolish. A paradox that would haunt our story for the foreseeable future. We met online and we had an instant click. We never even saw each other and we could chat for hours, then the phone calls began. We would talk from dusk till dawn. And after a few weeks we met IRL.

It felt as if our souls knew each other even before the beginning of time. But I grew so fond of him on such short notice that I was afraid to tell him I liked him. I unintentionally and intentionally ignored every move he tried to make and he was respectful enough to accept my behavior. So we were just friends, until I decided to confess my love and fear of losing him. Of course it came as a shock and it was the beginning of a never-ending, almost tragic loveistry. We would pull and push throughout the years. Whenever we were together it would be as if time never existed. And just like the paradox it was, we would see each other not as much as we hoped because

we were never conscious of the world and time when we were together. The love grew and still we pulled and pushed. We went on like that for years and suddenly I decided I couldn't do it anymore. I felt like the victim, not realizing I was also victimizing my forever love. I moved away to forget him. I was so broken by my own decision, I wanted to be shattered. And that's what I did. I completely ruined my emotions just to repair myself again, not even knowing or thinking

about his feelings. He inspired my creativity even when we were so far apart and I would dream about him frequently. I still do. I dreamt about him a few days ago. But time forced me to move on and my insecurities, which led to us all. always being on and off, taught me how to enjoy the feeling of being loved. I always considered him lucky for having someone who loves him so much, not even realizing how much he might have loved me. We never stopped thinking about each other. He would send me messages from time to time and I

always would respond with love. A few years after moving away I went to visit him once. We only went out for drinks, but as soon as I got into the car, I broke down. I still loved him so much, but I had already met someone else. Later he told me he also met someone. We learned from our mistakes and we decided to put a lot more effort into being there for the people we were together with now. A year later he came to the country I moved to. I'd been together with my person for a few and he had broken up with his a few months beforehand. He requested to see me. Has he I said yes and I informed my person about it. We met and I felt a relief when I saw him. I thought I felt nothing. Maybe because of circumstances. The moment he left I questioned whether

I was truthful to myself. Turns out, I wasn't. A year later I visit his country again and I don't tell him, afraid of ruining my relationship. Now I wonder how it would have been. He recently told me if he knew he would have done everything to get me back. I think I had a gut feeling. A few years pass and we still say hi to each other, but that's it. Then my person breaks my trust, makes me rethink my choices and I confide in my forever love. He did just the right thing. He soberly listened and gave me just the right advice and it made me love him even more. I was aware of the love I was intentionally feeding again. By now I know I love him. I love him. unconditionally. After 14 years I love him so much and know him so well, he has to commit a seriously

senseless crime for me to hide my love for him. I know that I would love him still if he did, I'd just be very disappointed in myself for loving him the way I do and still love him from afar. My person and I are still together and I notice him getting better. I can see the change in his eyes, I can feel it in his hug and I know he loves me even more than ever. That's what I always wanted. For someone love me more than I love him, because I do everything to make him happy, I create comfort and security.

So, I forgave him, so I continue to be good to him. But something in me broke, because the hurt and disappointment was enough to end it. I think I willingly put my ego and self-esteem aside just to be together. I was still feeling the gratitude

of having someone who loves me for everything that I am. Unfortunately the broken part opened that huge space in my heart and the forever loves never stop talking. Not often, but we talk. Then he told me he started seeing his person again when COVID started and she got pregnant. He was scared to tell me and I assured him I would be selfish and bitter to not wish him well. I was genuine. I was and am truly happy for him. I wanted, I want him to be the happiest. He is an amazing person and deserves whatever his heart desires. And he did what I hoped, he finally gave his relationship a try.

We want the best for each other. Even with other people. I must admit I was little jealous, but my love for him naturally wishes him happiness. But after my trust was broken in my own relationship I unconsciously started feeding my selfishness. He wanted his child to be with him and she was also really good to him. So we both had been through the issues of our separate love stories. And I know he loves her, just like he knows I love mine. That didn't stop us. I don't know why we choose to do this to our lives.

A year after his first child is born, I visit him again. We meet often and it's just like old times, but better. We are grown and know what comprehension is. I can comprehend every move of his and vice. vice versa. But I'm also aware of the nonsense we're doing and so is he. Did it stop us? Of course not. We continue like this for a few years, by now we've seen each other so often, it's not even a question. But I do remind myself and him of the pain we are causing ourselves and the betrayal we're purposely feeding and still it doesn't stop us. He has two beautiful kids now and I can see

he's happy with his life. I'm happy with mine. I'm being loved very gently and freely by my person. We are amazing friends and still my foolishness allows me to secretly meet my forever love. By now I've visited TE country a few times and I even found a nice job with great prospects over here. And I don't even have to live here full time. Our meetings are as timeless as ever. I notice him feeling more than comfortable in my presence. A few days ago he expressed something which leads to an epiphany.

Whatever I've experienced with him is also what he's experienced with me. Never even considering my perception. Apparently his is the same about me. He opens up about a real quirky, yet so intelligent side of him and I feel blessed to finally feel like the trusts me enough to let me see this and I tell him he should also show her this amazing, beautiful, crazy, creative piece of his mind. I truly feel like he should. I tell him this would make her love him more and understand him better.

I hope he will. I want them to be friends, just like I am with mine and I am with him. It makes life so much more fun and easier. But I must finally admit, we are blocking our full potential in our relationships. I think we found what we were looking for all those years and it would be a shame not to give more than 100% to our lives. And I can think about his life without feeling regretful of experiencing jealousy. once again a realization of my unconditional love and gratitude for his presence and essence in my life.

The downside of such realization is to know that we can't keep doing this. I tell him something that might have hurt him once again. Your love for her reminds you weren't willing to give me the love I wanted because it was me. Right after I expressed that I knew he must have felt the same way about my fickleness. And he agreed to stop seeing each other. Not before he said, Take your time to explore your theories and we'll see if you're right.

But I did and do really love you. Not everything you've told me is as you see it. I have my own perception of our story, but AI do respect yours. He also said, Maybe we can try to be friends after you've had your time to think. But we will never be friends and we will continue this cycle of hurt. I know we'll inevitably fall for the same thing again.

It makes me wonder, why are we so weak when we choose to? I can manage perfectly fine without him, so can he. And still we choose to stir up the feelings. It's been a sweet torture for 17 years and I think we will never stop. We deliberately choose to put our values aside for each other. But we aren't willing to lose the life we have. Are we bigger fools to know we're wrong and still continue to keep a room in the heart occupied for one another. The end.