Hello. I want to share my torments. Somehow I'm embarrassed to tell my friends and family. I'm afraid I'll look like a loser in their eyes, and I have a great need to share to unload. I doubt that after the end of the story I will look like that in front of you, but at least here I am anonymous. I sincerely hope that some acquaintance will not read this, because I will die of shame ... anyway. I will start with the fact that I am a desperate romantic. I often joke that our people made me a girl because I pay too much attention to feelings, or at least more than normal men. Despite or rather precisely because of this, I have never had a long-term and full-fledged relationship. At the end of last year, I befriended a girl we had known for years, but we had never been close before. We started going out and we got pretty close, but purely friendly. Somehow we quickly trusted each other, and began to share more personal stories and problems. I can say with confidence that she has become one of my best friends, as I am for her.
At one point, however, things went wrong. I assumed I fell in love with her. At first I was afraid to admit it. I was worried that he might push me away and only ruin our friendship. So I decided to try not to pay attention to my feelings. Something that unfortunately became an impossible mission for me. The more time passed, the more I fell in love with her. An internal contradiction arose in me, from which I was about to go mad. I decided and admitted it, but even though there had been signals from me before, she seemed very surprised. He claimed to have feelings for me, but I thought that she wasn't very sure about it, and like me, she was worried that a relationship could only ruin our friendship. In the end, despite the strange and timid beginning, we decided to give it a try. The first two weeks were very cool. I always had an ideal for the girl I wanted to be next to me, and she completely overlapped it. With her, I even experienced romantic moments that I dreamed of, but I never believed that they would really happen to me. Things went on like this for about a month. Then she abruptly changed her attitude towards me. Suddenly her sweetness disappeared. she became more alienated and began to treat me with contempt. I felt that something was bothering her, and I repeatedly asked her to tell me, but each time she complained only about her hectic and tiring daily life, and claimed that there was nothing more. The more days passed, the more I felt I would lose her. And so it happened.
One day she invited me out to dump me. Of course, she told me that I was dear, that she wanted us to remain friends, and that I could always count on her (the banal words for such cases, and it happened to me to say them). I tried to accept things masculinely, but even though I expected it, I was inwardly overwhelmed. At that moment, I had a lot of problems and difficulties, and I desperately needed her behind me to overcome them. The irony is that she will hardly ever understand what a difficult moment she left me for, because I never had a chance to share everything with her. We broke up and I went for a walk ... my most disgusting walk. I'm ashamed to admit it, but at one point I just sat on the ground and started crying. I had never done it before, but at that moment I couldn't stop my tears. I realized that I was losing not just my boyfriend, not just my best friend, but a huge and important part of my life. Two months passed in which we had not heard or seen each other. Two months in which I tried not to have a second of free time, because when I had one, it necessarily passed in my mind. I tore my ass off from work and workouts in the gym, and the rest of the time I spent with friends. At one point, however, I couldn't keep up, and physically gave up. I had to take a break, and accordingly, I entered the film firmly. I felt that I had nothing to fill the gap left behind, and that physical exhaustion was just a temporary solution, and I decided to grab the last straw. In this case, these were the words when we parted that he still wanted us to be friends. If I couldn't have her as a boyfriend, I was hoping that I would be able to swallow my feelings, and at least get my girlfriend back. I just didn't want him to leave my life.
I contacted her via Facebook, and after a few days, we drank coffee. Surprisingly, I had a good time, for a moment I thought it might work. A few days later she called me to run, and we went out again. After these two meetings, I seemed to calm down. I was hoping to get our daily routine back from before our relationship, and I started looking for her to go out with again. Alas, I was again faced with a sharp change in my attitude. She began to ignore me when I looked for her and refused to let me go under different pretexts. At this point, I really don't know how to proceed. We worry that if I insist, I may startle her. On the other hand, I'm afraid that if I don't, she'll never look for me again. Reading what I wrote, I realize what a loser I am, but honestly, I was relieved as I did so. I will be grateful for any advice and comments to see what my story looks like from the side.
1 stormreid answered
First, don't feel bad about your feelings. Sincere love and tenderness are very much neglected nowadays, but that does not mean that they are not valuable and wonderful. Secondly, this friend of yours is now obviously in a period when she is looking for a serious friend, but you have not covered her ideas of a suitable boyfriend. That explains the avoidance - she's just embarrassed that she dumped you. If you ask me, you're not the loser, she's.