"39 years ago I fell in love with Marcel Livesay and for 38 years I never forgot him. During the last 38 years driving to Nashville to see my family, there was always a road sign that said "Fort Smith" exit here. You see that's where we met. I always thought about taking that exit but never did. Oh..how I loved him so. Our relationship ended abruptly with an outside influence and I never saw him again. I kept his last letter that he had met a nice girl and he was happy. I continued my life without ever knowing how he really was, until year 2018, the last time I would see the exit sign, Fort Smith, at least for the time being. I decided when I returned to Fort Worh, Texas would find him and say hello! I googled him and found him! I was so very nervous! I emailed him and asked if he remembered me and much to my surprise, he had never forgotten us! One year later we are happily married and have a slew of rescue dogs and cats and decided this was how large we wanted our family to be! With furbabies! It may have been the one who got away, but fate stepped in!" Rhonda Livesay- Shreveport, LA.

"I met a girl named, Heather, about 9 years ago through a mutual friend. We hit it off from the moment we were introduced, but it was never the right time. We became the best of friends, but we both were in various relationships over the years. We have kept in contact and now find ourselves both at a time where we are both single. I lost her once because I was too afraid to speak up. We would probably be happily married, but we were both scared to say how we felt about each other. We have reconnected recently, but still trying to fight any obstacles from the past. We both know that we are meant for each other and make each other happy. I'm trying to convince her to move back to Austin from Conroe. One of our very first dates was a Jimmy Buffett show at the same ACL venue. I don't want to lose her again and I plan on doing anything and everything to prove that I truly do Love Her." Mark Cavazos- Austin, TX.

"You were the one that got away. It was January 22, 2006 in Lubbock Texas. It was my oldest daughter’s 20th birthday & we had tickets to see you in a small acoustic show at Wild West. We actually had tickets to see you 3 weeks in a row & didn’t get the email you’d broken your hand & these acoustic shows were canceled. We get to the club, it’s dark, it’s locked, the parking lot was empty. Janakae said “Madré, you could always find me when you needed me, find Pat effin Green”. We drove around Lubbock for 3 1/2 hours with her & her friends making up lyrics about a 3 hour tour looking for Pat Green to the tune of Gilligan’s Island. I promised to make it up to her for her 21st, but sadly she was killed in a drunk driving crash while being her college friends designated driver later that year. She was my concert buddy. She turned me on to Pat Green music & she’s missed daily. It had become a thing to send one another texts when we saw you were going to have a show with a headline of “I found Pat effin Green”. Now in her absence, her friends carry that on with two tagging me on Facebook with the announcement you’ll be doing a show for the high school of mine & her hometown of Mineral Wells. She & I never got the opportunity to see you again before she died, so you are the one that got away." Kandi Wiley- Temple, TX.

"When we locked eyes at Fort Ben Harrison, Indiana in 1974, I knew this handsome United States Marine was my soulmate and should be my husband. I lightly patted down my Army skirt to make sure no lint was there and gave him the most honest, biggest smile. He smiled back and months later, we talked about getting married. We were friends, lovers, fellow soldiers, brother and sister to all. We should married right then but decided not including our families from New York and Missouri was selfish of us. After he received orders to be stationed in Japan and I went on to Belgium, I sent a letter to his family’s home with my new address. No response. Many letters and tears later, I was then stationed in Germany. No word from my soulmate, my Marine. Thirty years passed. On a wine-induced night with a girlfriend, the two of us began searching online for old boyfriends and found HIM. My long-lost love and I talked for hours, renewing our friendship, renewing our relationship. Although I was divorced, he was married and after a year of staying in touch, I walked away, knowing it was the best thing to do. Thirty years ago, those letters I sent to his family’s house with my new address, never reached him. His mother believed we were too young to be in love and destroyed my letters to him. Neither of us tried hard enough to find one another. We were so young. My soulmate, my love, the one-that-got-away, died of cancer a few years ago. My Marine was only in his mid-50s. He was so young." -Patricia Campbell- Beaumont, CA.

"Wow, O.K. I met him in 3rd grade, Catholic school. I paid much more attention to watching the side of his face than my schoolwork. I was madly in love with him and announced it to my folks one New Years Eve. I met the man for me. We weren't in the same class for 4th grade and I looked for him every day in the schoolyard. I'd never even said hi to him. School would let out for the year and most kids were happy. I'd cry cause I knew I wouldn't see him again till September. Those were some long summers boring my girlfriends about how much I missed him. We were in the same class for the rest of 6th , 7th and 8th. I couldn't take my eyes off him. Graduation dance came and my older brother and sister told me there will be a "ladies choice" dance. I was so ready. I shoved over a number of gals on the way to him but I got the dance. I had never spoken to him before that. My arms around his neck, I thought I'd die. Every molecule in my body was responding. Thirty years went by, I thought about him from time to time. I knew he thought about me too. I went to my 30 year grade school reunion. I lost 25 pounds, strutted in in leather jeans. I watched his jaw drop as I went up to him unafraid and said how the hell have you been? like we'd been buddies all along. End of the night I gave him a kiss that'd make Burt Lancaster and Debra Kerr look sick. It was understood by both of us that we'd wasted way too much time. It was the moment I'd waited all my life for, it wasn't just me. He felt the same but was afraid of the power that could have been "us". When he asked me to his hotel for a nightcap, and I knew he was married, I declined and he walked out of my life forever. I guess we can only speculate of what might have happened if we both were unafraid." Jolie Tomasella- Chicago, IL.