by Virginia Clark

Do you daydream about reconnecting with a boyfriend from the past? Do you search Facebook and the internet searching for any piece of information you can find out about him? Are you obsessed with the idea of meeting him again and rekindling your love?

It can be painful and frustrating to long for a boyfriend who isn’t there with you, and it can make you feel depressed and unhappy with your life.

If this is a problem, my book can help. I have an entire chapter dedicated to helping you make peace with your past so you don’t have to waste any more time on looking back.

Do you know why you’ve begun to fantasize and focus on an old flame?

Is it because you’re simply lonely and feeling discouraged about your chances of meeting a man you can love?

Is it easier to just think about a man rather than going out and finding one?

Or are you going through a hard time with your current boyfriend and you start to worry that he may not be “the one.”

The Past Boyfriend – Through Rose Colored Glasses

When you are unhappy in the present, it’s not uncommon for your mind to begin to reminisce about the good times you’ve had with someone in the past.

It gives your hurting ego a boost as you remember the “good ole days” when you felt loved. You remember the good times and forget the bad. It seems that the same loving feelings are still there and they are attached to that man.

You tell yourself that he was the right man for you all along. You wonder what it would be like to see him again, how he would look, what you would wear, how good it will feel.

Spending your time and energy thinking about someone who in reality you don’t know anymore is one way to AVOID the present moment and your relationship problems.

Ask Yourself the Tough Questions about Your Ex Boyfriend

Ask yourself if you are being realistic in wanting to go back to someone who is now pretty much of a stranger.

If it was meant to be, you would still be with him. There was a reason the two of you didn’t stay together, and if you saw him again, that same reason would probably still be there.

Men will come and go out of your life until you find the one who sticks and he will be the one who is right for you.

And as always, if you need more support on how to get married, or with any relationship problem, take advantage of my 30-minute No Charge Phone Consultation.

I am so happy to be connecting to you here and I welcome your questions and your thoughts.

In the meantime don’t forget, things can change in an instant, don’t lose hope!

Sincerely,
Virginia

Virginia is the real deal. Her story of meeting her man late in life and getting married (she’d never been married before) is amazing, and her ebook “It’s Never Too Late To Marry” will give you the hope you need, step-by-step instructions on how to make it happen for yourself, and the inspiration to transform your love life. Go here to check out Virginia and learn how to have the boyfriend you really want->

1 Comment

  1. Tania on June 11, 2012 at 9:26 am

    Hello,
    I read your article and want to share my history.
    . My roommates and I were looking for an apartment because we shared a room with a family in Sunny-side, NY and the lady’s husband was showing some interest in me and became a little obsessed with me. So, was time to move. We were in the real estate agents car when we got pulled over by the Police. I asked the agent what was going on and he said he had no idea. My friend and I got a little nervous since we were both immigrants and did not know much of what is what regarding police-immigration. We though were going to be deported or something. Both offices got off of their patrol unit and a very tall, blond blue eyes guy on his mid twenties came on my window side and asked me to lower the window. Shaking like a leaf, I lowered the car window and he asked my name. I told him my name and he said ” I think you are very pretty young lady and I would like to take you out, can I have your phone number?” So i game him my number and asked for his name. He said his name was Richard and he was going to call me in a couple days to take me out. In the meantime my friend and I found a nice apartment on 51st street and we signed a lease that same day.

    Next day we started moving our belongings from the Sunny-side apartment. Two days later Richard called and we met on the 4th day in the evening. We went to a nice place by the water, I think it was in Flushing.

    We spend a couple hours together and he said he was going to call in few days to take me to Long Island. He lived in Long Island. When we returned I asked him to drop me off at the new place on 51st street, and I told him that we were moving into that apartment . I got off the car and he went on with his business. the next couple days we had removed all of our belongings to the new place and I left my answering machine behind, so if Richard would call he could leave me a message with his phone # and I would call him. four days later in the evening I went back to the family’s apartment to return their keys, pay for our last weeks rent and take my answering machine, hopping that by that point Richard had called. When I got in the apartment, the lady’s husband was there and he was very upset at me. I paid him the rent and asked if I could leave the machine there for a couple more days because I was expecting a call. He asked if was from the Cop, and I said yes. He said, he already called and I told him you no longer live here. I asked if he had left his number, he said no.

    I left and was so sad. I really liked him and had no idea how to get in touch with him again. A whole year went by and I always looked every time I saw a police car to see if was Richard. Two years went by, and one day I bumped into the lady’s husband. We talked for a couple minutes and he asked if I was still going out with the Police man. I told him I had never seen him again. he apologized and told me that he was jealous that I was dating the Cop and told Richard that I was a bad person and that I worked as a stripper for a living. That I had a bad reputation. My heart was broken that moment. I could not believe that someone that I paid the rent on time, new that I worked as a housekeeper for a park ave family from 8 am to 3 PM and worked as a cashier at a diner from 4:00 PM to Midnight and on saturdays I cleaned a home in Queens would say such a thing about my reputation. I was here for just a year when I met Richard and had no idea that I could go to the precinct or even call and ask for him and give his description, since i did not know his last name, but I didn’t know. And with my long work hours, the chances of seeing him again on the streets were none. I asked him if he worked weekends and he told me NO, so during the week I was always at work. Oh, how much I wish those days had a beeper, cell phones or internet. This was the beginning months of 1989.
    I have never, never , forgotten Richard. I went on with my life, dated, got married, had a child. I still think of Richard, I looked for him three years ago when I discovered that he worked at a nearby precinct. Too late, he was gone, transferred, retired, the desk seargent doesn’t know. he said officers move around very quickly at the precinct. The past two years has been very bad. I wake up and go to sleep thinking of this man. Thinking if wasn’t meant to be or if I just screwed things up by not sitting around and waiting for him to cal before I moved all my belongings to the new place. Either way, I can’t take this man off my mind. I pray, do yoga, think of other things, and I have a busy life and nothing works. I do not understand why can I forget a date that happened 23 years ago. what is wrong with me? Why did this have to happen? I How can I forget this? any help is appreciated.



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