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When My Long-Distance Relationship Came to an Unexpected End – Part 5 - Childhood Love    

By Achelle Vinzon
3419 Views | 5 Comments | 6/14/2014 2:33:42 PM

Over the next few weeks, we caught up with each other’s lives of the last 15 years.  There was no awkward phase; we simply started talking again the way old friends always do – comfortably, eagerly, tenderly.  Like H said, our bridge wasn’t burned; it was merely blocked and made impassable by our individual circumstances in the past. 

He was there for me, online, the entire time that I struggled to put my life back together from scratch.  He offered and gave me help whenever he could.  And I became his trusted confidante once again.  But the times when we reminisced together were the most special.  I was so happy that I crossed that point of no return and crossed our bridge again.  I was so happy that he was in my life again, and I, in his. 

While I sometimes still felt the same aching for H that I had always carried with me for the past 15 years, while my love for him has never wavered, to be in a romantic relationship with him again was not my purpose.  Even when he would sometimes drop hints that he’s thinking of going in that direction again, that his feelings for me have returned, I chose to not entertain the thought of us being together again that way.  I told myself, for the nth time, that if it’s meant to be, it’s going to happen when the time is right; when all the pieces of the puzzle are complete, then we would work side by side to put them together.  I did not want to force things; not with H.  Not when it’s about my one, great love.    

I was still recovering from that disastrous relationship. I needed time to heal, to find myself again. 

I was just happy that we found each other again.  We talked online every single day, for hours at a time whenever our schedules allowed it.  Having him during those first few weeks of my life do-over was exactly what I needed to keep my self-doubts at bay, to keep me sane, especially when I had nobody else for company in the big, empty house but my thoughts.   

The Biggest Mistake (BM) of my life kept trying to creep back into my life.  He called, texted, and emailed me constantly.  I worried every day that he would just show up at my door to drag me away with him.  I knew he was capable of doing that.  I feared for my daughter’s safety.  But he finally stopped contacting me after about two months.  It felt like a huge weight on my whole being was finally lifted.  I finally felt completely free.    

Perhaps I also refused to believe that what I had always believed and hoped for all those years we had been apart – that we were made for each other and would still end up together – could actually become reality.  After all, I sincerely thought that he had already found the love of his life a few years earlier; she was now out of the picture, but I knew how having a “love of one’s life” works.  Nobody else could ever come close.  I loved him immeasurably, but I also loved myself enough to not want to settle for anything less than the same kind of love. 

It turned out I was wrong.  I did not have the complete picture back then when he was still with her, and I scolded him for not telling me his side of the story when we still used to chat.  I wanted to kick him for not opening up to me then because he could have saved both of us four years of being lost.  I would have slammed the door on BM’s face that day that he first came knocking.  Or I would have let the relationship end that first time that I got a peek of the monster hiding inside.  Should haves, could haves, and would haves.  They were useless, of course; but the alternate world of more favorable, but missed, possibilities mocked and made me feel sad, nevertheless.

When I was done with these thoughts, I decided to put my focus back on the present and all the possibilities it still offered.  Could it really happen?  Could my lifelong dream really come true?  Could my long wait be finally over?  It turned out that it could.  It turned out that my childhood love was truly my one, great love; and I was his.  

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#2014-06-20 01:01:16 by anonymous10564 @anonymous10564

Wow, things might be looking up finally for you! I love your style of writing, precise with a lot of your soul in each word! I still firmly believe you are by far the best writer on this site!

Do not be offended by the lack of comments from the females on this site, we all know why they do not reply...

I look forward to your next segment on steeled toes...

#2014-06-20 23:00:36 by Barry1 @Barry1


Another elegant piece of prose, thank you, Achelle.

I'm trying to remember though, who was the father of your daughter? It wasn't BM..... yet H doesn't seem to be the father either?

I particularly like the bottom photo of you and H together. Although my very favourite photo you've kindly supplied to us in your blogs has to be the one at the header of your article, "A Long-Overdue Long-Distance Relationship" that can be seen here:

Your life story is quite interesting, Achelle. Long may it reign! :)

#2014-06-21 09:39:26 by AchelleVinzons @AchelleVinzons


Hello. Thank you for taking the time to read my blogs and for your thoughtful words. :)

I am not offended that comments on my blogs have dwindled to close to none, lol. Honestly, I am just relieved and glad to have this opportunity to finally share my story. Just knowing that it's out there and being read gives me enough satisfaction.

I wish you well! Cheers!

#2014-06-22 11:25:37 by AchelleVinzons @AchelleVinzons


Hi Barry, I've yet to read your latest blog post, but I know you've been busy. So I really appreciate your taking the time to catch up on my long and winding story. :)

As for your question, my sperm donor (SD (giggle) ) is a different man. He wanted to marry me, but I didn't feel the same and I didn't (and still don't) believe that getting pregnant is reason enough to get married, especially if it's the only reason!

#2014-06-22 18:28:27 by Barry1 @Barry1


I love the acronyms you use, Achelle - H, BM, SD and so forth.

A sign of a well ordered, tidy mind, if you ask me. :)

Two of my favourites are:

Laser: light amplification by stimulated emission of radiation
Taser: Thomas A. Swift's electric rifle

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