Memories, of my first serious relationship, decades ago. I had absolutely no idea I was on the spectrum at the time (and likely had never heard the term "Aspergers".) I was going through a rough patch, struggling with life after high school, and drifting. I quit college, and her family started really running me down. Based on that, she broke up with me, and left me shattered. In some ways, I've never recovered. She had been a rock for me to hold on to. In time she tried to win me back, but it wasn't the same. At one point, perhaps a year after the break-up, she wrote me a sincere letter making it clear she wanted me back. (I tossed it out, in a weak moment, many years later. But I still recall those words: "my best friend told me, if I want something, I should go get it. Well, I want you.") The receipt of that letter, and my answer to it, remains a pivotal moment for me. After much contemplation, I wrote her back that she was right to break up with me, that we had both changed, and it wouldn't have worked out, anyway. Now, let me tell you this: I have second guessed that decision again and again. There have been times, even recently, when she was all I could think about. Sometimes I daydream that, later in life, we might both find ourselves alone again, and can get back together.
Had she not given up with that one letter...I don't know what would have happened. There were definitely times, before either of us had finally married, when I would have taken her back in a heartbeat. Of course, we're all different, but that's my story. Maybe it helps.