Whew this is giving summer-movie romance meets reality check. One stolen kiss, a balcony moment, and suddenly it’s 10+ years of emotional damage. Not judging — nostalgia is powerful — but let’s be honest: this wasn’t a relationship, it was a beautiful, forbidden highlight reel your brain refuses to stop replaying.
AskApril nailed it with the fantasy vs. reality take. You didn’t fall in love with him you fell in love with the feeling: secrecy, intensity, rebellion, and being seen in a way your real life didn’t allow at the time. Of course it stuck. That’s not romance, that’s dopamine with a dramatic soundtrack.
Still, saying “he was more than a fantasy” makes sense emotionally — but logically? You knew him for minutes, not milestones. The idea of him grew because nothing real ever replaced it.
No shame, no judgment just facts. Memories don’t mean destiny. Sometimes they’re just reminders that you were craving love, freedom, and connection… not a lifelong runaway plan