Hi guys, heres my story:
Since 2006 I had been playing an online game, and in 2007 I met a girl on that game. Don't jump to conclusions quite yet. By random chance we had met, and we became good friends. As time went on we grew closer and closer, eventually getting to the point of becoming online bf/gf, yeah yeah, I know, just hear me out.
After quite sometime of being "together" we took the next step, contacting each other on the phone. The first time we spoke was magical, everything I had hoped it would be. She kept her relationship with me a secret from her mother, as she was quite over protective of her, let's call my ex Amanda from now on. Me and Amanda talked pretty much everyday on the phone for hours on end, the whole infatuation stage I suppose. Unfortunately Amanda's mother caught her talking to me, and I had to face the wrath of her mother. I didn't care though, I took the beating like it was nothing, I was worried about Amanda. After the mother had discovered us, she limited contact between us. Oh, she lived in a completely different state by the way. However, this only seemed to strengthen the bond between us. Eventually I won the mother over. Then the big step came in 2008 a few months after my birthday.
Amanda and I had been seriously talking about meeting in person, and I had asked her mother if it was possible. She was wary at first, but after a few months she warmed up to the idea. Of course my mother and Amanda's had spoken about this and agreed. So after over a year of talking on the phone, on a warm day in April, Amanda and I finally met in person. As you can imagine we couldn't keep our hands off one another, we were both nervous, but after a while it wore off and we acted as if we were married.
These plane flights to one another continued on until August of this year. We had spent the entire summer together, we had gotten into arguements just as any couple. When I returned home, we were fine as usual, though still getting into arguements every now and then. But in the later part of September we got into a fight that tore us apart. Amanda had always complained to me that she wanted me to goto school in her state, that she wanted me to live with her. That wasn't exactly possible in that point in my life however. She also complained of our fights, eventually getting to the point of offering an ultimatum to me. "The next time you start an arguement with me, that's it. I'm gone."
That turned out to be true. At first, Amanda told me she needed a break. I paniced, begged her not to, that I was sorry. For a week after the supposed "break" had officially begun I called and called and called, trying to talk to her. Eventually this "break" turned into a "break up." I asked her for a second chance, she said yes, but that I would be competeing for her attention. That was like a knife into my heart. Even though I was in a immense amount of pain, I agreed. I kept calling, trying to talk to her in anyway I could, trying to get her attention. She eventually picked up, I was in tears though I didn't show it to her. She said she was sorry for leading me on, that there was no way I could get her back. This struck me even harder, driving the knife in deeper. She said there was at least 3 guys asking her out on dates, and she was going on one the following Thursday. I tried to ask her if I could take her on a date, she said no. I asked if I could at least still be her friend, I asked where the past two and a half years meant, where her love for me had gone. She agreed to being my friend then she got off the phone. For the next week I was completely bawling nearly all day everyday. I sought counseling, my counselor suggested getting closure, and I tried contacting Amanda to get it. I had to use an emergency as an excuse to get her to talk to me, I told her what my counselor said, she said: "Fine, get your closure because this is the last time your going to talk to me." I tried so hard to get closure, but everything I said seemed to change nothing within me. I tried calling several times after that, to no avail. I was completely demolished, I couldn't even find the strength to get out of bed. There was a sinking hole in my chest that racked my body with pain.
It's now been four months since she left me, and for the past week I've been crying, dreaming about her. I've made no attempt past the phone calls I made during the week after the closure conversation, no attempt to contact her whatsoever.
I know that there will always be a part of me that loves her, I just don't want that part to be all that's in my heart. I feel like the only mistake I made during all of this was actually believing her when she said she would never leave me, that I let myself believe for a second that our relationship, however logistically impossible it was, would last. I won't lie and say I don't miss her, but my best efforts to move on don't seem to be enough.
If there is anything you guys would like to/need to know don't hesitate to ask.