I met a woman. And she was amazing. She is everything that I look for in a woman from looks to most importantly, her soul. At first it was about her appearances, but when I started discovering what made her tick within, that was when I truly fell in love with her.
But I let my insecurities get the better of me. Time and time again, I would hurt her emotionally (never physically). I kept pushing her away because I was scared of being hurt. This happened about 7 times and every single time she would take me back, give me another chance. The last occurrence of this happened a month ago. I thought it would be the same. I would lose it, hurt her emotionally, push her away, and then she would take me back. It was a sick game that I was playing.
Since that time, we haven't communicated. I e-mailed her explaining my actions (pretty much the same explanation the past 6 or 7 times) and just this past week I texted her saying that even though she won't fight for me, I will keep fighting for her and she will always be in my heart and mind.
I know this is unhealthy for me. I'm living with the consequences of losing her already, the pain and the regret and not having possibly the best person to ever grace my existence in my life. I want to move on. But then why am I clinging onto hope?
Can someone please suggest how I can get over this? I know a month is still early days but the thoughts and the pain are showing no signs of slowing down. My days are spent thinking about her, all the times I did her wrong. I know I can't change the past, and I have an inkling that she has moved on, I want to move on too. My days are being affected and my productivity has reached an all-time low. I want to stop punishing myself for what I did. I learnt a massive amount from my relationship with her and will always be grateful for that. But not knowing how this particular story could have ended is going to haunt me for the rest of my lifetime. She said she wasn't ready for something, and I knew she couldn't love me the way I wanted her to love me, but now I have lost her as a friend and that pains me more than you think. I wanted to be there for her in this tough time of her life and now I'm just another statistic in her life.
Has anybody gone through something like this and survived it? If so, please feel free to answer.