When I was 10-12 I went to a summer camp. Made friends with a group of kids who came back year after year. Was totally different than my school friends. It was like 5 guys and 5 girls and we were all super tight while we were there every day.
There was this one chick in the group who had a crush on me. It was widely known by everyone, but as 10-12 year old kids are were all kind awkward. I wasn't ready for that shyt yet. We were still cool but I wasn't into girl mode yet. Lost touch at 12 but I was the first guy she ever liked
Fast forward to 20 years old. I work at a gym as a personal trainer. New girl starts at the front desk and it's her. She's exactly my type now. 5'2, Puerto Rican chick, sleeve on her arm, tight body, a little curvy.
Immediate chemistry. Like physically, it was insane. We just pushed each other's buttons. We were that couple at the party who would disappear, sneak off and just be with each other. It was super natural. Drove each other wild.
She was diagnosed bi-polar. The peaks were extremely high but the lows were extremely low. She came from a background with a non functional family and had issues. She was reckless with her drinking and partying. I was too, I absolutely wasn't a saint, but she was even more so.
We never even really formally dated. She wanted to at one point but I wasn't ready, she got a new BF and I was jealous. She cheated on him with me. I was a 21 year old personal trainer, all sorts of other girls were around and she was jealous of all of them. The whole thing was a mindfukk. Horrible fights, tearing each other down, accusations, everything.
The connection was so intense. We felt so passionately about each other, but it never really fell into place. She moved eventually, and I saw her when she came home. But since she moved I had been seeing a new girl.
New girl order compared to the chaos of the other relationship. We functioned well. We were exclusive to each other. She had a good career ahead of her. Family life in order. We never fought, she had common sense about her.
Eventually I had to make a choice. Old girl wanted to see me when she came back to town, but things were going so great with new girl. The temptation of that connection was massive. We had been texting still. She'd been sending me pictures. Im not gonna lie, I couldn't wait for her to come home.
My new girl saw a picture on my phone. She saw it was recent. It almost ended us. I promised to stop fukkin around and talking to her. I did. I had to leave that chaos behind, bc what I was building with the new girl had so much potential.
Major turning point in my life. 10 years later I'm married to new girl. She's the love of my life. But that decision changed everything for me
Imagine the husband find out she still contacts 
do her husband know she still contact you?
