So, the other day, I was scrolling through my phone, going through old messages, you know, just reminiscing. And it hit me – the whole rollercoaster with this guy who just couldn’t seem to make up his mind about us. It all started when I decided to just go for it and text him first. I mean, why not, right? We’d been dancing around each other for weeks.
At first, things were great. We clicked immediately, long conversations, the whole nine yards. But then, out of nowhere, he started pulling away. Less texting, shorter replies, the usual signs. I was confused, to say the least. I racked my brain trying to figure out what I did wrong.
- Did I come on too strong?
- Was I too available?
- Or maybe not available enough?
I decided to give him some space. Maybe he was just busy, or going through something. Days turned into weeks, and the silence was deafening. I started to lose hope, wondering if I should just move on. But then, I thought, “No, I need to know what’s going on.”
So, I sent him a message, a simple “Hey, is everything okay?” No response. I waited a day, then another. Still nothing. At this point, I was getting frustrated. I needed closure, even if it meant hearing something I didn’t want to hear.
Finally, I gathered my courage and called him. It went straight to voicemail. I left a message, telling him how I felt and that I just wanted to understand what happened between us. I hung up, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety.
A few hours later, he finally called back. He apologized for the silence and explained that he was dealing with some personal stuff, some past trauma that made it hard for him to open up to someone new. He said it had nothing to do with me, but he just wasn’t in a place to be in a relationship right now. I tried to keep the communication going, but every attempt was pushing him away. I understood it, and my heart went out to him. While it wasn’t the outcome I had hoped for, at least I had an answer. And maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t a goodbye forever, but a “see you later” when he’s in a better place.
Looking back, I realize that sometimes, it’s not about you. People have their own baggage, their own battles to fight. I learned that it’s okay to put yourself out there, but it’s also okay to walk away when you’re not getting what you need. It’s all a part of life, I guess. We live, we learn, we move on. And who knows what the future holds? I just wrote down everything I was feeling at the time. Then I reminded myself that I’m awesome and I shouldn’t let this drag me down. I kept busy with work and hanging out with friends. This helped me not to think about the situation all the time and made me feel better about myself. I stopped blaming myself and focused on what I actually wanted from a relationship.
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