I am hopelessly, madly in love with a woman I can't see or touch or have.
We are both in our early 30s. We had no mutual friends, just met up and tried to make something out of it. Things were passionate early on; we kept things casual for the most part, however. It seemed like we were both open to something serious, but had been let down before, so we were being cautious. But the signs I got were all green lights. She told me things like that I was a need for her. She seemed to enjoy cooking for me, and even offered to make one of my mother's recipes for me (and really, isn't that the way to a man's heart?). One night, I made her favorite dish for her. For my part, I felt like I was on top of my game. We went out frequently and I was sure to get the check. On special occasions, I made sure to find her gifts she liked (albums on vinyl, and I got her flowers on Valentine's Day, something she said NO guy had ever done for her). I can only assume the sex was good, as she once asked if I was aware of how skilled I was sexually. Her friends seemed to like me. Her pets seemed to like me. We seemed to make each other very happy, often surprising each other with how good being with each other was.
We were together for three months and never really bothered to define the nature of our relationship. We talked about things we were going to do together in the long term, but lived in the moment for the most part. But at one point, I knew I loved her. It came at a moment when I realized I could relate to her on a much more personal level. I didn't say anything because she'd warned me about her hesitance when it came to matters of the heart, and of course the part of me that's been let down before kept saying "Don't get attached."
The idea that I was in love with someone at all came as a surprise to me. I had just rounded out what was easily the worst year of my life. I had lost things nobody should ever have to lose. When I met her, I was in a cynical place. My wife of some years had left me for the umpteenth time, but by that point I was done with her. It was actually kind of cathartic. I was out �playing the field� as they say. The idea that I could fall for someone did not enter into my thought process. Especially in this city; just finding someone who wasn�t a complete psychopath was rare.
In any event, the conversation between us gave me no reason to worry that things might end abruptly. But that's exactly what happened. During the last week of the relationship, I started getting the feeling she was going cold on me. Things were getting particularly busy for her, along with other things in our lives that added to the "not right now"-ness of the situation. Knowing I was in danger of her going sour on me, I backed off the rest of the week. She texted me mid-week and I figured I had nothing to worry about. She put off seeing me until the weekend, however, and I got slightly clingy with texts. Saturday, she ditched me, offering little explanation beyond that she wanted to spend time with girlfriends and that she needed a break. I obliged until a few days later. I hadn't heard anything from her and was starting to resent being blown off. I approached slowly, simply saying that I didn't know what to think. And then she ended it.
She said that I didn't do anything wrong, she just didn't think we were right for each other. Didn't think we had enough in common to continue. This came as a shock to me. Though we do have somewhat different lifestyles, we actually had quite a bit in common. Politics and religion for one (and those can be difficult to reconcile in a relationship). We both came from colder places we remember fondly but don't really want to go back to. We were both cat people. We both admit to driving angry. We have similar tastes in humor, music we definitely will NOT listen to, and movies. We'd both experienced deep personal losses. And even the things we didn't have in common, we seemed to admire, or at least respect. Conversation was always natural and down-to-earth, we had no problem sharing things about our lives and family, and again... the sex.
She said that she really enjoyed our time together, that she really got a lot out of it, and that I was a great guy and she was sure I would find someone who was better for me than her. She didn't seem opposed to the idea of us running into each other again at some point and didn't bother to unfriend me on Facebook. Every day now, I wake up thinking of ways to get her back. Since my involvement in her life is pretty much zero, it mostly revolves around being patient, giving her time to realize she misses me, all that stuff. But here's the problem:
When she told me she was done, I went for broke. I told her I was in love with her. I did it at length, pouring it all out in one shot. I quickly became aware that this was a mistake.
She didn't know how to respond at first. But she told me that she didn't have those feelings for me, that she didn't develop them that fast. That if I had told her before, it probably would have just scared her. The next day, I unfriended her on Facebook, out of pain and embarrassment. I haven't heard or seen a thing since.
I don't entirely buy her reasons for ending the relationship. She'd told me in the past that she tends to push people away, but she didn't want to do that with me. She was very matter-of-fact about the breakup for someone she was smitten with, someone with whom her level of involvement was, I would say, at least above average for the amount of time we were together. I'm thinking the short cold spell was enough for her to dwell on the reasons things wouldn't work out, and it gave her the opportunity to psyche herself out. At least that's what I hope. I figure my next move is to wait until things have slowed down for her and contact her about something platonic, something job-related she was going to help me out with. Tell her I'm sorry I got emotional, try to put things on an even course where we can at least say "hi" once in a while. Maybe wait a bit longer after that and look for an opportunity to invite her to a social gathering.
I don't see her being someone who's in a rush to date again. Seems like she's got enough going on in her life that she's not too worried about it. But as for me... I don't even care to look at other women. Of course I don't have a lot of friends or co-workers who understand this; they read the situation and don't think it's that big a deal. "Plenty of fish," "You'll get over it," and so on. Nobody says what I want to hear, because what I want to hear seems impossible at best: "If you love her, you will get her back." Could I move on, find someone else? Sure. That's not the problem, though. The problem is that my mind is looking at this from every angle and... I can't imagine a person who would satisfy me more. The bar's too high for me now. My only option is to be patient. It is agony. I never even felt this way about my ex-wife. Even after only three months... I know in my heart that there's nobody else I want, and I can guarantee her that there's not a guy in the world who could possibly want her more than I do right now. I just can't get her off my mind.
I miss my sweet nothing.