Was at a reunion with college friends and was told he was in the next room so went in to say hello. We talked for an hour, it was strange, hard, surprising that there were still feelings of some sort so many years later. He said he wished he would have married me, though he loves his kids and wouldn’t change that. I said, Then I would be the divorced ex. At some point I would have left for the cheating. Ended by telling him he broke me then, but that I was good now. Happy.

Talked a few times after that. It was very emotional, wondering the what ifs, but also acknowledging what I have and how I’d never want to destroy that. Told me I was the only one who ever loved him unconditionally.

Sent him a photo I found while cleaning out my attic of him and his buddies from a drunken birthday party long ago. Putting the photo back, I looked at others in the album. I was obviously so in love with him, but for the first time, recognized that I didn’t see the same look in his eyes. Only mine.

I now understand that he’s nostalgic about how much I loved him, not about how much he loved me.

For me, this story has reached The End.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5756284&forum_id=2:#49142637)