Well. A lot of you have seen all the threads about our problems.
We had an amazing relationship, though. We both still love each other.
It was mutual. I was thinking about it, he was thinking about it, neither of us wanted to do it. I knew something was wrong and we were having a bad week, and how amazing we used to be together, it hasn't been like that for a while. I knew he'd changed since I met him. We both know we're really young to be that in love. We both know we in different places, different levels.
But it's hard as fuck to admit all of that when you both openly acknowledge: I still fucking love you.
I asked him, "do you still love me?" and he said yes. I said, "do you still want to be with me?" and he started bawling. Then we spend at least an hour together talking and crying and holding each other. And crying. And I felt like I was going to pass out. The logical reasons on both of our sides make sense: he's 18, he needs to experience other things, we're very serious, it's only going to get more serious. I'm graduating university in a year, he doesn't even know if he's going to be in school next year. I like poetry, art, and literature. He likes clubbing, fashion, pop culture. We fought. He was emotionally neglectful.
But we had our own little universe and it was amazing.
But that was like, 20 percent of what the actual relationship was. That wasn't reality.
I tried to pack my clothes I had at his apartment, put them into a bag, but I started crying and couldn't handle it. Neither of us wanted to do this... it's so fucked up. We both knew it was coming - he didn't want to do it because he didn't want me to be surprised, and vice versa.
The only thing that I'm really worried about, I mean, other than being totally fucking fucked up that a year long relationship just ended and I loved him so hard, is the thought: what if we're wrong? And he says he knows too. Like he feels that too. We just broke up, but we still love each other. My head says it's right, my heart is in knots. I'll never love like that again - not that kind of love, not that playfulness, not pretending we're in a house underneath a pillow, not the sedative love we had.
I feel like someone just died.
We had an amazing relationship, though. We both still love each other.
It was mutual. I was thinking about it, he was thinking about it, neither of us wanted to do it. I knew something was wrong and we were having a bad week, and how amazing we used to be together, it hasn't been like that for a while. I knew he'd changed since I met him. We both know we're really young to be that in love. We both know we in different places, different levels.
But it's hard as fuck to admit all of that when you both openly acknowledge: I still fucking love you.
I asked him, "do you still love me?" and he said yes. I said, "do you still want to be with me?" and he started bawling. Then we spend at least an hour together talking and crying and holding each other. And crying. And I felt like I was going to pass out. The logical reasons on both of our sides make sense: he's 18, he needs to experience other things, we're very serious, it's only going to get more serious. I'm graduating university in a year, he doesn't even know if he's going to be in school next year. I like poetry, art, and literature. He likes clubbing, fashion, pop culture. We fought. He was emotionally neglectful.
But we had our own little universe and it was amazing.
But that was like, 20 percent of what the actual relationship was. That wasn't reality.
I tried to pack my clothes I had at his apartment, put them into a bag, but I started crying and couldn't handle it. Neither of us wanted to do this... it's so fucked up. We both knew it was coming - he didn't want to do it because he didn't want me to be surprised, and vice versa.
The only thing that I'm really worried about, I mean, other than being totally fucking fucked up that a year long relationship just ended and I loved him so hard, is the thought: what if we're wrong? And he says he knows too. Like he feels that too. We just broke up, but we still love each other. My head says it's right, my heart is in knots. I'll never love like that again - not that kind of love, not that playfulness, not pretending we're in a house underneath a pillow, not the sedative love we had.
I feel like someone just died.


































