Personal Narrative: The One That Got Away

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Why are people drawn towards the things that hurt them? Like Sleeping Beauty to the spindle, we devote endless hours to watching movies that terrify us or reading books that make us cry ourselves to sleep. When I get stressed I dig my fingernails into the palm of my hand until I realize what I’m doing and release them to find I’ve left bright red welts, just shy of drawing blood. And this calms me. Maybe humans are all masochists, to some extent. Maybe that’s why we all want the people who are worst for us.
I think everyone’s had that experience- or if not, they probably will before they die. That one person you just can’t get enough of, even though the list you made the last time you thought about leaving them had a mile’s worth of bullet points under “con” and just one single point under “pro”- I need them.
There isn’t really a name for this particular life figure, despite its commonality. Rather than The One That Got Away, it’s more accurately described as The One I Got Away From, or The
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He was in every way an upgrade from my ex of two years- Forrest 2.0. He was taller, stronger, his blonde curly hair was an unruly mess, practically begging me to grab it at the nape of his neck. He was more mysterious, more intense- I used to walk into a meal hall full of 200+ students and could instantly tell if he was there, because his eyes were so piercing I could literally feel tem on me. And they were always on me. It sounds creepy, but when you’re attracted to someone like that, having their eyes on you whenever you’re in the same room is intoxicating. It gave me a rush of adrenaline, like I had just jumped from a 500 ft drop. What I didn’t realize was that my parachute was broken.
A mutual friend introduced us- “Raychel,” she told me excitedly, the first week of school. “There’s a new guy, a transfer, who lives on my hall. Don’t hook up with this one ok? I think I might really like