I’m sorry this is so long. I tried my best to condense it but I had so much to get off my chest. It would mean a lot to me if someone would read and respond.
My high school boyfriend and I had the closest relationship, sharing so many special experiences and growing together. I could go on forever about how great together we once were and what he means to me. But over time he seemed to lose interest to an extent and I wasn’t a high priority anymore, and finally we broke up the summer after graduation. Now we go to the same college, and when we got there he still never stopped talking to me or trying to fix things with me. I took my friends' advice and became busy, joined a sorority, and met lots of new people. After awhile, I met a new guy, and although it was nothing too serious, we began spending lots of time together. When my ex boyfriend found out, he was crushed. He became emotionally unstable, and at one point he begged to talk to me and waited for an hour by my dorm room until I came out to talk to him. Over the next couple months, I moved on. and he sent me letters, called, texted, etc. telling me how he’d never been more sure that I am the only girl for him and he’d wait as long as it takes. I couldn’t help but see how serious he was about me and I let the new guy go. After a couple more months of him being so attentive and treating me so well, I agreed to get back together with him. He was ecstatic and for the first few months it was everything I had hoped. He held my hand in public again, loved spending time with me, and talked about how he could see us together in his future. Then, sure enough, he became distracted by other things. He was so busy with his fraternity, clubs and organizations, and friends. He would sometimes make plans with me and then fall asleep and miss them. Basically, all the same things began to happen again and I slipped back down on his priority list. Then this month, he went on a two week trip out of the country. While he was gone, he found time to get on facebook and talk to friends, but he sent short, impersonal responses to my messages or nothing at all. He even posted pictures with his arm around another girl on his trip, and when I asked who she was, he only said, “just a girl from the trip, I took pictures with lots of others too, why are you worried about that?” When we got back, he didn’t seem to be in a huge rush to see me. When we finally met up and talked, I asked him why he’d been acting so different. He said that he’d been thinking about life, and how we’d dated for such a long time, and we are so young. He said even if we dated for the rest of college, what if we went off to different grad schools or got jobs far away from each other? He is very ambitious and dreams of having a big name in politics, traveling a lot, etc. He said while I’m not holding him back, he doesn’t know if he’s ready for something this serious. He still admitted that he wasn’t sure that he wanted to break up, that he loved our relationship and didn’t regret a second of it, but he just didn’t know. I said it was probably best that we just break up, even though it hurt me so deeply. He seemed at the time to be very hurt by my decision too. Now, he seems to have moved on with practically no effort, hanging out with lots of friends, different girls, enjoying life and not looking back. I am crushed. I can’t stop thinking about him even for a minute no matter how hard I try. He is my first thought when I wake up and he never goes away. I guess I closed myself off from friends to an extent while we were together because I seem to have nothing to do and no one to talk to now. It’s even harder because it seems that the world is just opening up to him. He is possibly going to be the next president of his fraternity, he is looking into amazing internships abroad, and he has countless friends and things to do. He is always with someone different and busy with something. I appear to have had absolutely no meaningful impact on his life, like I was no loss to him at all, while my whole life for the past two and a half years is filled with memories of him and dreams that we once had for a future together…or maybe only I had them. How do I move on when his life seems so exciting and wonderful without me, while mine feels dismal and meaningless?
For me, every part of my life has been affected, but he has so many more important things on his mind.