Where do I even begin?
Uhm, alright, let's do this:
I met this guy a couple years ago.
From the moment we started talking, basically, we were friends.
We had tons in common, so naturally, it was easy to form a bond
with him. Take note this was an online friendship-- this is someone I
met on here. We talked and talked and talked, then s**t happened
(totally all my fault) and we stopped talking for months.
It was... oh, I want to say about this past March, during my Spring Break,
that we really connected again. Much to my delight, he had matured, he'd
become a bit more open-- basically, that was the end of me. We talked on
AIM quite a bit, mostly plotting over a role-play we had talked about starting,
and of course, there was a lot of flirting going on. And when I say a lot of
flirting, I mean, there was a lot. I'm not gonna go into much detail, but
this kind of conversation really started making a positive impact on me. Gah,
I was doomed from the start. This was a daily occurrence; until about the
end of April. Wow, that didn't last long.
Then it all stopped. All the personal conversations, all the flirting, all the
pointless conversations just... ended. It was so sudden, and something tells
me it was all my fault again. Being close to this individual, I, of course, told
him lots of things-- including my current crushes. At the time, I didn't think
much of it. Something happened between me and another individual, and
of course I told him about it, and... bam. It was over. I ******** up.
Note, this all happened months ago; and I'm still not over it. I'm getting so
tired of this circle that I've been going through these past months. At this
point, just thinking about him makes me cringe, makes me angry, but mostly,
it hurts. I've got a lot of regrets going on in my head, and part of me says
it wouldn't have worked out anyway. But that's not why I'm here.
My plea to you fellow women out there is: what the hell do I do?
I want to talk to him again, but I don't want to face the disappointment or the
hurt that will likely occur; I don't think he'll answer me. I'm too much of a
coward to ask what happened, and I feel like too much time has passed. I
know he's around, but as I said-- I'm a coward.
And if nothing can be done, does anyone have any suggestions on how I
even begin to move on from all this?
Thanks!
Uhm, alright, let's do this:
I met this guy a couple years ago.
From the moment we started talking, basically, we were friends.
We had tons in common, so naturally, it was easy to form a bond
with him. Take note this was an online friendship-- this is someone I
met on here. We talked and talked and talked, then s**t happened
(totally all my fault) and we stopped talking for months.
It was... oh, I want to say about this past March, during my Spring Break,
that we really connected again. Much to my delight, he had matured, he'd
become a bit more open-- basically, that was the end of me. We talked on
AIM quite a bit, mostly plotting over a role-play we had talked about starting,
and of course, there was a lot of flirting going on. And when I say a lot of
flirting, I mean, there was a lot. I'm not gonna go into much detail, but
this kind of conversation really started making a positive impact on me. Gah,
I was doomed from the start. This was a daily occurrence; until about the
end of April. Wow, that didn't last long.
Then it all stopped. All the personal conversations, all the flirting, all the
pointless conversations just... ended. It was so sudden, and something tells
me it was all my fault again. Being close to this individual, I, of course, told
him lots of things-- including my current crushes. At the time, I didn't think
much of it. Something happened between me and another individual, and
of course I told him about it, and... bam. It was over. I ******** up.
Note, this all happened months ago; and I'm still not over it. I'm getting so
tired of this circle that I've been going through these past months. At this
point, just thinking about him makes me cringe, makes me angry, but mostly,
it hurts. I've got a lot of regrets going on in my head, and part of me says
it wouldn't have worked out anyway. But that's not why I'm here.
My plea to you fellow women out there is: what the hell do I do?
I want to talk to him again, but I don't want to face the disappointment or the
hurt that will likely occur; I don't think he'll answer me. I'm too much of a
coward to ask what happened, and I feel like too much time has passed. I
know he's around, but as I said-- I'm a coward.
And if nothing can be done, does anyone have any suggestions on how I
even begin to move on from all this?
Thanks!
