"At 22, I met a girl. Figure — super, smart, well-mannered, ambitious, hardworking, in General girl-dream. Lived soul to soul, loved me madly, and were willing to spend hours listening to... I myself could not believe the happiness that suddenly fell on me, I thought it was a dream. Dated her for a year, the case quietly went to the wedding, although the children have not planned yet, just live together. Suddenly realized that "not developed", only 23 years old, and already one woman for life. Parted. She grieved, cried, called me back — overcame myself, because I thought it was for the best. Now it's been almost 7 years, she survived the breakup, recovered, now found another guy and lives with him happily. I also during this time, no longer met, living with parents, got a cat kept to himself. Rare acquaintance with other girls during this time helped nothing — all necessarily stupid, lazy and rough. Occasionally I come across her photos on the computer or on social networks — it hurts in the chest, I want to return everything back. I punish myself and can not love, became picky, only she needed. And at the age of 30 I understand how I walked up and missed "the one", how false these values are. Start a family and do not miss the one that you need, that after a year it did not hurt."
