I've been dating Dave for a year and a half. We live together with two other roommates. We were best friends for about two years before we started dating. For the most part, I'm happy, but the "I love you" factor is starting to get under my skin.
I've told him I loved him four times now over the last several months. I told him that if he didn't feel it, he didn't have to say it back until he did. But now it's been a year and a half and I'm starting to get impatient (wouldn't you?). He does little things that makes me feel loved. When I go running at night, he'll ride his bike next slowly to me to make me feel safe. He wants to get a dog with me and has offered to pay $200 towards it. He talks to his parents about me almost daily.
He does little things that worry me. He doesn't ever want to eat out with me and my parents. He doesn't like to have sex a lot. He's been in one other relationship that was long distance, his first and only love, and he didn't have sex during it for something like four years. He ended up breaking up with her because it was too tough for him to finish his degree and talk to her every night for an hour and it crushed him. He tried to get back with her two months later, but she started dating someone else. Now she's married to that guy. He told me once when we were friends that he would always love her. But that was four years ago for him.
I said something snide last night that hurt him. He wanted to take a picture with some celebrity by himself instead of with me also so I said, "That figures. You don't want a picture with me because we're not serious enough for your memory." It was wrong and I dropped the subject right away, but it was enough to make him want to sleep on the couch. For the most part, we never fight. I told him to talk to me first and it lead to the "love" conversation where he told me he didn't know if he loved me. First he said, "I've said it before and it crushed me." The second thing he said was, "I want to be absolutely sure before I say it."
That was the jist of it. He also began to tell me about how working on his master's degree has made him lost and that he doesn't know what to do with his life. He doesn't know how to work on his thesis and overall, he's uber confused.
So what the hell now? I don't want to end it. I don't really want to move out. I can be patient for maybe six more months. But I need someone to give me some feedback. Anything really. What's next?