He’s not gonna come after you. He’s going to find a girl that “appreciates” him. If you act all damaged, he’s going to find a “normal” girl. If you move away from him, he isn’t going to grab you, hug you tight and make you kiss him. He’s going to think you’re not into him. This isn’t a movie. That stuff doesn’t happen in real life. Learn how to deal with boys in reality before they find another girl who will.
Im so sorry about what happened to you. I sat here & just wanted to cry with you. I know everything is really hard & you're prob gonna love him for a REALLY long time but just know things are gonna be ok. Some of the same things I am going through & its still hard af everyday. I miss him sooo much & kind of still love him. We were off & on all years of HS & then finally started back on good terms the summer before college & now he's gone. Hang in there. Im here if you need someone to talk to. :)
You are so sweet, you seriously just made my day. I wrote that simply for myself and didn’t expect anyone to say anything… Or take the time to read it! Thank you so much :))
So, I don’t even know where to begin. Might as well start from the beginning. We were friends for two years and everytime we hung out I tried to sit next to you, accidentally bump you, anything to just be closer to you. I wouldn’t admit it, but I knew that I liked you deep down. You texted me cute, flirty things and got jealous when I told you I was asked to prom. You told me you’d take me to prom if you could and I was so happy you said that but yet so confused. We were just friends. You asked me if I liked you one night. But me being a little, childish girl, I simply asked why. You told me you were just wondering and I immediately felt my heart sink. You didn’t like me. You wanted to know why I kept texting you. You didn’t say this of course, but I was sure that was why. Then, you stopped texting me back. I was so confused. And hurt. And a week later you had a girlfriend. Jessica. And you dated and I wondered why I was so stupid to think you’d like me. You guys didn’t even seem like a real couple to me. So awkward and…out of place. Fast forward a little, you broke up with Jessica. And you didn’t text me right away. Weeks or maybe even a month later, you started texting me again. You started the flirty texts again, suggesting we hang out more and stuff like that. I was so happy. Then you asked me, “what would you say if I said I liked you?” I can’t even explain how I felt. I remember exactly where I was and who I was with. In the movies, seeing Avengers with Charlotte. You invited me to the beach to celebrate your birthday that Monday, memorial day. Of course I said yes. Your birthday was one of the best days of my life. You kissed me in the stairwell. You were so nervous it was cute and I remember being nervous myself. And I remember being in the ocean with you and you holding on to me. I was self conscious about my stomach but you told me I was beautiful. You made me feel beautiful. We were “officially” talking. It was great… You walked me to my car after school. We went bowling and that is a night I can’t forget. The way you were, what I was wearing, how sweet you were to me, the way you hugged me and kissed me even after I lost. I felt like it was just so natural. The next day, I surprised you at your family party. We went to a movie, Snow White and the Huntsman. You paid for me, which no guy had ever done for me. I felt so… Lucky. June 10, 2012. You asked me to be your girlfriend. You invited me over for a movie and when I got there, on the TV, was a poster that read, “hey we’re just talking and this is crazy….be my girlfriend, date me maybe?” I said yes and kissed you. It was hands down the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. I left the next day for New Orleans. We talked every night on the phone. It felt like we’ve been dating for forever. Everyone told me how lucky I wad to have you and all I could do was smile and say, “I know.” You told me you missed me every ten minutes while I was gone. You wanted me to know that you missed me. And I missed you too. The following month was filled with a lot of laughter, smiling, a few tears, a few arguments, but for the first time in a long long time, I was completely happy. I felt wanted and needed and missed and loved and beautiful. You told me that you’ve never felt this way before. That you’ve never liked a girl like this. That you liked me so much. And I felt the exact same way. I knew from the day we went bowling that I loved you. You were everything and anything I could wish for. Every relationship has issues of course, but the beauty of relationships is how hard people fight to be together. How they would do anything to not lose someone they truly care about. You called me Thursday night. I was at a friends house and you sounded so… Detached. You asked if we could talk and when I said yes, you didn’t waste anytime. “This isn’t working out. This is to serious for me. I can’t handle it. It’s not you….its me.” I was sobbing so hard I couldn’t breathe. I was coughing up my own tears. But you just said bye and hung up. Where did I go wrong? How did I manage to screw something that meant so much to me, up? You were my best friend. I told you everything. Nothing was off limits. You were the first person I ever even considered losing my virginity to. I had full trust in you. My summer was painful to even think about. You say you want to be friends. I try to be, you don’t. I say I’m done trying, you apologize. Then you do it all over again. School starts and you treat me like shit. What do you want from me? Because honestly, I can’t handle it. I like you so much. And the way you look at me. It kills me. Because you look at me like I am the only one. Like we aren’t in a crowded hallway but in a secluded area and I have your undivided attention even though I’m talking about pandas on my toes. Fascinated with what ion saying. You say you still like me but you just need time. How long is “time”? Are you asking me to wait for you? I wish I could ask you these questions, but honestly I’m not sure if you even have answers to them yourself. My theory is you realized you had true real feelings for me, that scared you. So you ran. And left me. Standing. Alone. Broken hearted.