"The One That Got Away" And Why I Still Can't Seem To Shake Him
I don't think I'm alone when I confess to you that, from time to time, I still think about "The One That Got Away". I know, I know, I'm sure we all do it. But for me , it happens a little bit more than I'd like to admit . I thought it was meant to be. (You know how the story goes.) But no matter what I do, I can still feel the hole in my heart . The part of my heart that I gave away. The part of my heart that I'll never get back. He was a foreigner- The One That Got Away. I met him on a community service trip to Israel during the winter break of my junior year in college. All it took was 8 days . 8 days for me to fall in love with him. I had never met anyone like him before. He was doing his year of service for the army, working as a guide for the local youth in his village, taking them on field trips and teaching them all about the importance of natural resources. He just so happened to be stationed at the same school I was volunteering at for the