He and I are not official because understandably, he feels like if we can find someone closer that makes us happier, then it's worth it. Which I agree with, though we also both agree that it needs to be happier not just kind of mediocre happy and they happen to live down the street. So I'm not very worried. It's not like he goes out on dates or anything, and I don't either, and he tells me he wants to be with me right here, right now, and that's as far into the future as he can look. We have an understanding that things need to end between us if they should start between us and someone else; neither of us are looking for an "open relationship" or anything like that. I honestly don't think I'd want to be his girlfriend, it doesn't feel like it "fits" when I think of what I want to mean to him. It's not a fear of commitment, I plan on being married to someone some day and settling down. But when I think of what a "girlfriend" has meant to me in the past, it's not what I want to mean to him. Does that make sense?
But... I am an internalizer, because I'm paranoid and insecure, it's just how I am. He can tell me he loves me as much as he wants, I find it hard to believe. Sometimes something will bother me and I will simply say nothing, because I can’t stand feeling like a burden. He never has anything he needs help with, I mean it; that could be because he has less of a social life in general and less conflict in his life, but it’s the truth. And when I tell him I feel like a burden, he seems confused and asks me how I could think that, where did that come from?
So what happens is he will say one wrong thing and I will say one wrong thing back and it will open a whole can of worms, everything I’ve bottled up will just come out. Three or so nights ago we had a two hour argument about nothing. It wasn’t an argument, per se, because we were extremely civil. To accept the present situation between us, I try to make allusions to the future, even though I know that it probably won’t happen. He told me that scared him because he’s afraid of breaking my heart if I plan all these dreams that can’t happen for years and years. So then it all just came out, all the times he makes me so afraid, and I told him that sometimes because of my insecurity and low self value (which he knows about, or he should by now) sometimes I feel like I want him to break my heart, like it would be better that way. And then he says that shouldn’t be too hard for him to do. His ex (let’s call her… Ana) was also LDR and he fell out of love with her for a lot of reasons, and he thought that didn’t want to be with her, even though she still loves him, despite the fact that she has a boyfriend.
Ana is moving out to where he lives. He said that the plan is in a year they will share an apartment, save her the expense of a dorm and they’re good friends anyway. I thought they were totally done, as done for good as any exes can be, but he told me that night that he couldn’t tell me for a minute he didn’t think they would get together again. My heart sank: I don’t believe in any kind of relationships with expiration dates. Then I asked him why he was wasting my time with me if he knew I was temporary? How could I have been such a dumb ass bitch, how could I have believed any of it? He said he wasn’t wasting his time with me. And I asked him if there was any chance that he would not get back with Ana, and he said yeah, there was… but he didn’t know how big it was. Apparently this isn’t set in stone: “her coming out here is as sure as our honeymoon.” So anything could happen. Anything can happen, that’s always how he thinks.
He said that if I really wanted to end things and be platonic, then he wouldn’t like it and he didn’t want that but he would have to respect my wishes. And I told him that I didn’t think we could be truly platonic, because we have feelings for each other, at least right now. Though I know if we end things I will go to his wedding and I will not feel bitter that we tried. He feels like he’s “trying my damnedest to preserve this and you’re just trying as hard as you can to end it” but it’s so funny, because I always feel like I give and I give and I want to invest these emotions in him and allow myself to fall for him, and let it mean that much more when I tell him I love him, that it won’t be I love you like my best friend, it’ll be I love you like I think I should. So I told him that I needed him to love me the best way he knew how, even after he had told me he liked to believe he loved me and Ana the same right now, and he wasn’t in love with anyone at the moment. He said when had he not loved me the best he could? And we were done talking about it.
I woke up a few hours later after I fell asleep in his arms (we always *cuddle* before I go to sleep) and I tossed and turned and I would go halfway asleep, then I would think of the things I’ve heard him say about her, the things I’ve seen on Facebook, the fact that he loved her in a way he doesn’t love me, the idea that I am not in a position to move out there in a year, and a physical pain would shoot through my body and I would fall apart all over again. I feel like it’s a race, who can get to him first can have him. And I can’t live like that, I can’t know that someone was better than me. If we fall apart by our own means because we didn’t work, that is something I can accept, but I can’t accept losing him to Ana.
I left him a long list of offlines when I woke up for good and I just told him that I needed to love him and not be worried about how much I loved him, and that I was afraid of so many things and I needed to feel like this could work. When I got home at the end of the day he was online and we had small talk and I asked, “So did you get the offlines?” Ignored me for twenty minutes, so I said, “I guess I shouldn’t have asked, sorry. … What do you want me to say?” And he said, “Nothing. Forget you sent them. They don’t matter now. I don’t want to hear anymore about future fears and past regrets, all I know is that I want to be with you right now.”
But, I can’t. I can’t live like this. Things aren’t the same as they were, I feel like, even though we’ve had bad “fights” like this before and things got back to normal. I just think it would be easier to ask him to take Ana back, please, before I have to deal with her moving out there and having to say this will be the last time we cuddle, in the morning she will be there and she will sleep in your bed and I won’t mean anything. I would rather lose him now and have a year to get over it before that blow hits. There’s a chance of course that he will fall for me totally and not want her back, but I doubt that I am good enough for that.
I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what’s best. I don’t know what to think.
Song of the moment in case you didn't catch the mood I'm in: Slow Down.
But... I am an internalizer, because I'm paranoid and insecure, it's just how I am. He can tell me he loves me as much as he wants, I find it hard to believe. Sometimes something will bother me and I will simply say nothing, because I can’t stand feeling like a burden. He never has anything he needs help with, I mean it; that could be because he has less of a social life in general and less conflict in his life, but it’s the truth. And when I tell him I feel like a burden, he seems confused and asks me how I could think that, where did that come from?
So what happens is he will say one wrong thing and I will say one wrong thing back and it will open a whole can of worms, everything I’ve bottled up will just come out. Three or so nights ago we had a two hour argument about nothing. It wasn’t an argument, per se, because we were extremely civil. To accept the present situation between us, I try to make allusions to the future, even though I know that it probably won’t happen. He told me that scared him because he’s afraid of breaking my heart if I plan all these dreams that can’t happen for years and years. So then it all just came out, all the times he makes me so afraid, and I told him that sometimes because of my insecurity and low self value (which he knows about, or he should by now) sometimes I feel like I want him to break my heart, like it would be better that way. And then he says that shouldn’t be too hard for him to do. His ex (let’s call her… Ana) was also LDR and he fell out of love with her for a lot of reasons, and he thought that didn’t want to be with her, even though she still loves him, despite the fact that she has a boyfriend.
Ana is moving out to where he lives. He said that the plan is in a year they will share an apartment, save her the expense of a dorm and they’re good friends anyway. I thought they were totally done, as done for good as any exes can be, but he told me that night that he couldn’t tell me for a minute he didn’t think they would get together again. My heart sank: I don’t believe in any kind of relationships with expiration dates. Then I asked him why he was wasting my time with me if he knew I was temporary? How could I have been such a dumb ass bitch, how could I have believed any of it? He said he wasn’t wasting his time with me. And I asked him if there was any chance that he would not get back with Ana, and he said yeah, there was… but he didn’t know how big it was. Apparently this isn’t set in stone: “her coming out here is as sure as our honeymoon.” So anything could happen. Anything can happen, that’s always how he thinks.
He said that if I really wanted to end things and be platonic, then he wouldn’t like it and he didn’t want that but he would have to respect my wishes. And I told him that I didn’t think we could be truly platonic, because we have feelings for each other, at least right now. Though I know if we end things I will go to his wedding and I will not feel bitter that we tried. He feels like he’s “trying my damnedest to preserve this and you’re just trying as hard as you can to end it” but it’s so funny, because I always feel like I give and I give and I want to invest these emotions in him and allow myself to fall for him, and let it mean that much more when I tell him I love him, that it won’t be I love you like my best friend, it’ll be I love you like I think I should. So I told him that I needed him to love me the best way he knew how, even after he had told me he liked to believe he loved me and Ana the same right now, and he wasn’t in love with anyone at the moment. He said when had he not loved me the best he could? And we were done talking about it.
I woke up a few hours later after I fell asleep in his arms (we always *cuddle* before I go to sleep) and I tossed and turned and I would go halfway asleep, then I would think of the things I’ve heard him say about her, the things I’ve seen on Facebook, the fact that he loved her in a way he doesn’t love me, the idea that I am not in a position to move out there in a year, and a physical pain would shoot through my body and I would fall apart all over again. I feel like it’s a race, who can get to him first can have him. And I can’t live like that, I can’t know that someone was better than me. If we fall apart by our own means because we didn’t work, that is something I can accept, but I can’t accept losing him to Ana.
I left him a long list of offlines when I woke up for good and I just told him that I needed to love him and not be worried about how much I loved him, and that I was afraid of so many things and I needed to feel like this could work. When I got home at the end of the day he was online and we had small talk and I asked, “So did you get the offlines?” Ignored me for twenty minutes, so I said, “I guess I shouldn’t have asked, sorry. … What do you want me to say?” And he said, “Nothing. Forget you sent them. They don’t matter now. I don’t want to hear anymore about future fears and past regrets, all I know is that I want to be with you right now.”
But, I can’t. I can’t live like this. Things aren’t the same as they were, I feel like, even though we’ve had bad “fights” like this before and things got back to normal. I just think it would be easier to ask him to take Ana back, please, before I have to deal with her moving out there and having to say this will be the last time we cuddle, in the morning she will be there and she will sleep in your bed and I won’t mean anything. I would rather lose him now and have a year to get over it before that blow hits. There’s a chance of course that he will fall for me totally and not want her back, but I doubt that I am good enough for that.
I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what’s best. I don’t know what to think.
Song of the moment in case you didn't catch the mood I'm in: Slow Down.
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