I'm the one who broke up with her. In the end, my interest level was a lot lower than hers was. She wanted to spend every waking minute with me, and I couldn't handle it. But, after the breakup, it's like my mind can only focus on all the great things about her. All of the amazing experiences we shared, laughs we had, etc. It's like some weird psychological phenomenon that is making me forget why I did this in the first place.
I know I don't want to go back to the relationship, but it's also gonna be really fukking hard without her in my life. Part of me is realizing that I will likely never have a girl who cares for me as much as she did. It's weird...I've never been in the position that I have had someone like me too much, it's usually the other way around. And what is tearing me up most about it is knowing how much I hurt her. It's strange. . .my instinct is to go and comfort her. I have a short letter typed out that I'm tempted to send to her but I don't really think that would be appropriate. This whole situation just sucks. Sorry for the rambling post, I just needed to vent some of this sh!t going on inside my head.
I know I don't want to go back to the relationship, but it's also gonna be really fukking hard without her in my life. Part of me is realizing that I will likely never have a girl who cares for me as much as she did. It's weird...I've never been in the position that I have had someone like me too much, it's usually the other way around. And what is tearing me up most about it is knowing how much I hurt her. It's strange. . .my instinct is to go and comfort her. I have a short letter typed out that I'm tempted to send to her but I don't really think that would be appropriate. This whole situation just sucks. Sorry for the rambling post, I just needed to vent some of this sh!t going on inside my head.