When The 'One' Becomes The 'One Who Got Away'

I may have regrets, but I don't regret you.

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By Kait MacKinnon

On Wednesdays, I miss you.

I don’t know why. I don’t know what it is about Wednesdays, but that’s when I miss you.

It’s Wednesday and it’s 2 a.m. and I’m lying on my bedroom floor. All the lights are on, and I’m numb.

You used to make me feel things I wasn’t used to feeling and now I just can’t feel anything. You were my cavity and my Novocaine. How can that be?

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I think back to how everything was different with you. How you were the only one I was ever really, truly excited to see, all the time. How you were the only person I’ve felt the realest connection with.

I think I had a part of your soul and you had a part of mine, and we were just fortunate enough to find each other.

I had never wanted to get married, but you were the only man I had ever even considered marrying.

I could see a future with you and we wanted the same things. It scared me and exhilarated me at the same time.

I knew you were different because I had always been fiercely independent growing up. I always wanted to be on my own and I never wanted to depend on anyone for anything; not financially, not socially, not mentally, not emotionally.


I usually went for guys who I knew could never love me, and you were no exception. Maybe I thought you’d prove me wrong.

We were the perfect balance. For example, in the past, if I would text first, I felt bothersome. If the guy would text first, I felt like I was being smothered.

But with you, I felt none of that. And it’s weird.

All of this is weird because out of all of my relationships, ours was the shortest and the least serious. But it meant the most to me.

Without a doubt, you were my “one.”

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I knew you were my “one” when I could be 100% myself around you straight from the get-go. Being around you felt like walking into a stranger’s house and instantly feeling like I was home.


I found myself telling you things that I would never even dream of telling anyone else... things that I now regret telling you because, in the end, you still left. You left and I couldn’t make you stay.

My eyes turn a pretty shade of blue-green when I cry. Did you know that? Probably not. Because you broke me into pieces and you didn’t stick around long enough to watch them all shatter.

You didn’t stick around long enough for the tears to even fall.

I used to keep track of how many days it’s been since we’ve spoken. I stopped, though. I stopped because even though it empowered me to know that I’ve made it this far without you, I stopped because it broke my heart every day to look at it.


I wish you had been honest. I wish you would have told me what I needed to hear instead of what I wanted to hear.

I wish you wouldn’t have come back just to keep me on the back burner long enough to figure out what you wanted.

I wish you would’ve known what you wanted, and I wish I would have had the courage to leave sooner than I did when you still couldn’t figure it out.


Even if we had the power to choose who broke our hearts, who wasted our time, and who shattered our souls, I’d still pick you every time.

I’d still pick you because I know that the “one” is real, and you showed me that. That the “one” wasn’t just a fairytale, but something that could happen in real life.

And that means something to me. I may have regrets, but I don’t regret you — even if the “one” only ended up being the “one who got away.”

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Kait MacKinnon is a writer who focuses on relationships, love, and mental health topics. Her work has been featured on Huffington Post, Elite Daily, and Thought Catalog.