This is probably a pointless post except for the fact that I feel the need to talk about her today, randomly. I've only been in love once - I know this to be true, and whilst I've dated regularly and had a few relationships since her, today she's all I can think about. She was - I don't know - she was everything to me. I felt so lucky to have her in my life. I'm considered very smart but she was just on another level and I loved it. We also had very different yet difficult upbringings which we bonded over and I helped her with. She was absolutely gorgeous and god she made me laugh, like no one can.
But we were long distance by a few hours drive. We were arranging to meet up again for a week in a cabin I'd booked when she suddenly ghosted me, she got excited about a call and hung up on me and I didn't hear from her again for months and we were intense with each other, really intense.
Instead I pieced things together, the person who'd called had been this guy she had a crush on at her university and she'd started dating him. Well you can imagine the pain that left me in given we were in a relationship and she knew I loved her. I moved on as best I could then she contacted me again a few months later, like nothing had happened.
"Sorry I stopped talking. How are you?"
I said the only words I could and then hung up.
"Don't ever contact me again." The hardest words I've ever said.
As much as I wish she would reach out to me again sometimes, I know I could never let her back into my heart. I guess I'm just thinking about her today because I miss "it" whatever that it was. The way she made me feel when I made her laugh, perhaps.
I'm not looking for comfort or advice, I just felt like I needed to share my pain somewhere in the cosmos other than just inside me. Eight months later and I wish I could forget her, and yet nothing could be further from the truth.