I’ve recently come to understand that I’d never truly been in love before

I’ve recently come to understand that I’d never truly been in love before. I’ve had relationships in the past, some that lasted even three years longer than the one I’m in now, but none of them ever reached the depth of emotion I’ve experienced with him. This has never felt truer than when he told me the spark is gone, that he’d rather be alone. I feel like I can’t breathe. He hasn’t ended things yet, but he’s pushed me so far out of his daily life that I feel cut off from everything we built together. We never lived together, but so many of my things are still with him as he weighs whether or not I’m worth the effort. The pain is so sharp, I can’t imagine how much worse it will feel if he finally decides to walk away. And I’m not sure he’ll choose me.
For me, he’s everything—he’s what a good day feels like. He’s that first breath of fresh air in the morning. His arms made me feel safe in a way I never imagined. I’ve never felt this close to or understood by someone before. After more than a decade of knowing him, I thought loving him would be steady, even secure. But he’s far more complicated than I realized, and somewhere along the way, I showed him too much of myself. My jealousy and judgmental moments piled up until I became difficult to love. I don’t think he sees me the way I see him. I feel like I’m just a nuisance to him now. I’ve seen him at his worst, moments that might make anyone turn away, yet I still wanted him and saw him as someone worth fighting for. But I think he’s had enough. The last straw was me catching him doing something he’d promised not to do again; afterward, he asked me for space. Just a month ago, we were visiting his family, making future plans, talking about trips a year from now, and he told me he loved me daily—I felt that love. The past three days have been a brutal struggle, leaving me questioning if it was ever worth it. My heart feels like it’s sinking deeper into my stomach. I don’t know when I’ll see him again, or even how to ask without feeling like I’m bothering him.
I’m still young, so I know I’ll be okay someday, but right now, I can’t remember what “okay” looks like. I used to fall asleep thinking of him and our days together. I haven’t slept in three nights. We used to pick what to cook or order together, but I’ve only eaten one full meal in the past 72 hours. Weekends used to be my time to decompress with him. I have no idea what he did this weekend; I spent it cleaning, anything to keep my mind off him. I’m making appointments to keep myself occupied. My eyes are red, sore, and sunken in from crying. It feels like there’s a knot in my throat I can’t untie. My phone, my desk, my favorite topics—they’re all tied to memories of him.
I know I’m not alone in feeling this, but I really hate heartbreak.

Last updated on:2024-11-06T15:23:10+05:30

Comments (7)

SannaHapper

Write down your feelings. Journaling can be a therapeutic way to process your emotions.

Posionous01

Remember, this too shall pass.
The pain will eventually subside.

DeadRose
DeadRose 1 y ago

Focus on your own happiness.
Pursue your passions and hobbies.

MapleRo
MapleRo 1 y ago

You deserve someone who loves you unconditionally.
Don't settle for anything less.

Rory828
Rory828 1 y ago

This is a really tough time, but you'll get through it.

Dylan
Dylan 1 y ago

I know exactly what you’re feeling. My girlfriend was everything to me—my safe haven, my best friend, my one and only. She left today, and I already miss her so deeply. I wanted to marry her; she was the love of my life, and she felt the same, but she broke things off because she said we were “too different.” Sure, there are other fish in the sea, but sometimes the one you catch is the one you truly want. I hope, in time, we can both grow and heal and maybe find our way back to each other. But right now, the pain is overwhelming. I just want my little fishy by my side again.

Reuben
Reuben 1 y ago

I feel the same way. I’ve been relying on sleeping pills, or else I lie awake all night, searching for him and feeling that deep sadness when I remember he’s not there. I’m also struggling to decide if it’s even worth it anymore. I know I may not be much help, but just know you’re not alone—reach out anytime if you need someone to talk to.