turtleloveforme
Jul 19, 2010, 07:27 PM
Last May, over a year ago, my boyfriend and I split up. Well he split up with me, if I'm being honest. It completely broke my heart, we had been together for 5 years since we were both 14. I still can't believe how in love with him I was when we split, well how in love with him I was for all those years. There was never a moment when I doubted how much he meant to me. It was immaculate until it neared the end of our relationship, I knew it was coming. He acted weird, he wouldn't see me and when he did he wouldn't look at me. I tried everything I knew to change his mind before he'd even ended it. The thought of being without him made me ill.
Then, it happened. He turned up at my house in the middle of the night. It was so sudden, I begged him, I mean I got down on my hands and knee's and BEGGED him not to leave me. I Have never in my life experienced emotional pain like that. I was physically sick, my nose bled. My whole world crumbled.
I didn't eat for weeks, until I passed out and ended up in hospital. I missed weeks of work. Then I started drinking, and drinking, and I lost weight then gained weight. I overdosed, I hated life. Nothing seemed worth doing without him.
We kept in contact, well he kept in contact with me.
I knew he missed me, even if it was only a little. I cried day in and day out for him, whenever I seen him I used to lose my appetite and have uncontrolable shakes.
I supposed I'm saying all this because I never thought about him much for awhile and I thought it was all over, it was done, no more tears, off the drink, enjoying life.
However, I found a Zippo lighter he'd giving me, his lighter. It was still in the box, opened it and found a passport size photo of the two of us from when we were about 15 - 16. Now I cannot stop thinking about him. I dream about him. I want to see him. I'm so scared I'll find out he completely head over heals for someone else.
But the really weird thing is, I don't want him back. I just really miss him, his company.
Unless that's just what I'm trying to tell myself.
I do not know anymore. It's just gone on for so long, maybe I'm just a total sad case that will never let him go.
Advice?
Then, it happened. He turned up at my house in the middle of the night. It was so sudden, I begged him, I mean I got down on my hands and knee's and BEGGED him not to leave me. I Have never in my life experienced emotional pain like that. I was physically sick, my nose bled. My whole world crumbled.
I didn't eat for weeks, until I passed out and ended up in hospital. I missed weeks of work. Then I started drinking, and drinking, and I lost weight then gained weight. I overdosed, I hated life. Nothing seemed worth doing without him.
We kept in contact, well he kept in contact with me.
I knew he missed me, even if it was only a little. I cried day in and day out for him, whenever I seen him I used to lose my appetite and have uncontrolable shakes.
I supposed I'm saying all this because I never thought about him much for awhile and I thought it was all over, it was done, no more tears, off the drink, enjoying life.
However, I found a Zippo lighter he'd giving me, his lighter. It was still in the box, opened it and found a passport size photo of the two of us from when we were about 15 - 16. Now I cannot stop thinking about him. I dream about him. I want to see him. I'm so scared I'll find out he completely head over heals for someone else.
But the really weird thing is, I don't want him back. I just really miss him, his company.
Unless that's just what I'm trying to tell myself.
I do not know anymore. It's just gone on for so long, maybe I'm just a total sad case that will never let him go.
Advice?