Hi everyone! I'm actually not new here. I created this account about a year ago but never posted because right after I created this account, my LDR ended and I thought there was no use getting support for something that no longer existed. But now things are strange, so I figured that I might as well. This post is probably going to be long (and in 2 parts) since the whole thing happened over the course of two years. I'm also not entirely sure what I'm looking for through it, but here it goes anyways….
So basically, I was previously in a LDR for close to five years. But at about that 4-year mark, something changed. When I started my senior year of high school, I noticed a new boy at the school. He's an unconventional beauty of sorts… he's not the stereotypical "hot guy" or anything, but I think that he's probably the most beautiful thing I've seen. When I saw him, it was love at first sight. Of course, other girls were all after him, but I had a feeling that if he and I got together, we'd be each others' match. But I was scarred by a similar experience in 9th grade when I had this same boyfriend, but I ended up going on a date with this guy I had major sexual tension with at my school and he ended up being a jerk who would buy me things just to try and get in my pants. So I didn't talk to this boy at first because I was worried that something similar would happen and I wasn't convinced that I should give up what I believed to be a "meaningful relationship" at the time for someone that I just happened to notice at school. But even then, I can't deny that this previous boyfriend that I had was not good for me in any way, shape, or form, and nobody actually approved of him.
Eventually, I became fast friends with this gorgeous boy (and just before that, I turned 18 that December and found out that he was younger [15!], but I didn't really care that much because he's always looked and acted like he was 19+). But our friendship was a little bit strange. He insisted on walking me everywhere so that I wouldn't get hurt, gave other guys intimidating looks if they came near me/looked at me, and basically treated me like a princess. We would also tell each other really mushy things that I don't think people normally tell their friends ("You mean the world to me" "I always want to be there for you" "I never want to be a negative force in your life" "You're somebody that I always want to have in my life"). Our friendship was too fierce, too strong, and too intense to be labeled as a "casual friendship,"; I felt as though he and I always pushed that line between "friend" and "lover." And the best/worst part of it was that the more I got to know him, the more I fell for him. But as soon as I started to consider breaking up with my then-boyfriend to make way for this newly budding romance, my worst enemy started dating him (she and I are the same age). And I don't think that she ordered him explicitly to do this, but after they started dating, he broke off contact with me.
They ended up dating for half the school year, but they broke up four times in between. By graduation, she dumped him (AGAIN) and he came running to me asking me if he should try and get back together with her. Of course, I told him "hell no" because of the many good reasons why he shouldn't, but underneath all those reasons was the fact that I didn't want him to go back to her because I wanted him for myself. After graduation, we hung out more and (sparing all the crazy details), I ended up breaking up with my then-boyfriend just as I had threatened to do months beforehand and I started dating this boy. We dated for about four months, but it felt like it was a longer period of time because we were friends for most of the school year. Just as predicted, he and I are a perfect fit for one another. Our timing, however, was less-than-perfect because after the summer, I had to leave for college, thus turning our relationship into a LDR. That October, (A year ago now, I suppose) he broke up with me (over the phone, no less) because he couldn't handle the distance, but he promised that we would be together again one day when we live closer together. I was devastated, but still hung onto that condition. Plus, he told me that he still wanted to remain friends. Well, he insisted that he wanted to see me a couple of times, but he ended up canceling our plans. The only time I actually would be able to see him is if I ran into him randomly whenever I went back home or asked someone if they could take me to him just so long as they didn't tell him that I was coming. I stopped trying to see him after a while and we talked on-and-off for about ten months.
During those ten months, I finished my freshman year of college, went back to my original California home, went to Northern California, went to New York, took a road trip from the East Coast to the West Coast (starting in Washington DC and going through Maryland, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Iowa, Nebraska, Colorado, Arizona, Nevada [Las Vegas], and back to California… seeing every landmark there was to see on the way, of course). After seeing so much of the USA, being in several familiar places that I consider to be "home," and seeing so many wonders both natural and manmade, I came to a very important conclusion: I don't need a boyfriend to be happy and I especially don't need this boy to be happy. But I discovered that I feel a sense of comfort when he's around, like being home. I also discovered that I wanted to share everything that I saw with him because I knew that he would have loved it all. I wanted him to see the redwoods, see the Native American cliff dwellings, see the Grand Canyon, and see my California hometown all because I want to share my life with him. In short, I discovered that my life is great without him and I am actually a very happy person and having him in my life would only enrich it further; I don't need him around, but I want him around.
Armed with that new knowledge, I went back to college and planned a trip back to my high school for a long weekend. I had friends I wanted to see and loose ends that I wanted to tie up, mostly regarding boring things like scholarships and bank accounts. I ended up contacting this boy and thinking that I'm fine to just be friends with him, so I asked if we could possibly do tea or something. He said yes. But then he changed his answer to "would you possibly want to be friends with benefits or some less-shallow-sounding version of that?" Instinctually, the answer should always be "no," but I hadn't had sex for almost a year since (it was legal in our jurisdiction, no worries) and I was getting pretty antsy. I figured that I would tell him that it could only happen this once because I figured that it's better for it to be him than anyone else because he's familiar, we know each other very well, and we both know that we're drug and disease free. It would be a lot better than trying to randomly hook up with someone else. But I told myself that under no circumstances would I allow him to hurt me, so I told him that we could as long as we had a talk about it afterwards so that I could let him know that in the future, I won't be so weak to accept something like that because I refuse to let him use me with no romantic intentions.
So basically, I was previously in a LDR for close to five years. But at about that 4-year mark, something changed. When I started my senior year of high school, I noticed a new boy at the school. He's an unconventional beauty of sorts… he's not the stereotypical "hot guy" or anything, but I think that he's probably the most beautiful thing I've seen. When I saw him, it was love at first sight. Of course, other girls were all after him, but I had a feeling that if he and I got together, we'd be each others' match. But I was scarred by a similar experience in 9th grade when I had this same boyfriend, but I ended up going on a date with this guy I had major sexual tension with at my school and he ended up being a jerk who would buy me things just to try and get in my pants. So I didn't talk to this boy at first because I was worried that something similar would happen and I wasn't convinced that I should give up what I believed to be a "meaningful relationship" at the time for someone that I just happened to notice at school. But even then, I can't deny that this previous boyfriend that I had was not good for me in any way, shape, or form, and nobody actually approved of him.
Eventually, I became fast friends with this gorgeous boy (and just before that, I turned 18 that December and found out that he was younger [15!], but I didn't really care that much because he's always looked and acted like he was 19+). But our friendship was a little bit strange. He insisted on walking me everywhere so that I wouldn't get hurt, gave other guys intimidating looks if they came near me/looked at me, and basically treated me like a princess. We would also tell each other really mushy things that I don't think people normally tell their friends ("You mean the world to me" "I always want to be there for you" "I never want to be a negative force in your life" "You're somebody that I always want to have in my life"). Our friendship was too fierce, too strong, and too intense to be labeled as a "casual friendship,"; I felt as though he and I always pushed that line between "friend" and "lover." And the best/worst part of it was that the more I got to know him, the more I fell for him. But as soon as I started to consider breaking up with my then-boyfriend to make way for this newly budding romance, my worst enemy started dating him (she and I are the same age). And I don't think that she ordered him explicitly to do this, but after they started dating, he broke off contact with me.
They ended up dating for half the school year, but they broke up four times in between. By graduation, she dumped him (AGAIN) and he came running to me asking me if he should try and get back together with her. Of course, I told him "hell no" because of the many good reasons why he shouldn't, but underneath all those reasons was the fact that I didn't want him to go back to her because I wanted him for myself. After graduation, we hung out more and (sparing all the crazy details), I ended up breaking up with my then-boyfriend just as I had threatened to do months beforehand and I started dating this boy. We dated for about four months, but it felt like it was a longer period of time because we were friends for most of the school year. Just as predicted, he and I are a perfect fit for one another. Our timing, however, was less-than-perfect because after the summer, I had to leave for college, thus turning our relationship into a LDR. That October, (A year ago now, I suppose) he broke up with me (over the phone, no less) because he couldn't handle the distance, but he promised that we would be together again one day when we live closer together. I was devastated, but still hung onto that condition. Plus, he told me that he still wanted to remain friends. Well, he insisted that he wanted to see me a couple of times, but he ended up canceling our plans. The only time I actually would be able to see him is if I ran into him randomly whenever I went back home or asked someone if they could take me to him just so long as they didn't tell him that I was coming. I stopped trying to see him after a while and we talked on-and-off for about ten months.
During those ten months, I finished my freshman year of college, went back to my original California home, went to Northern California, went to New York, took a road trip from the East Coast to the West Coast (starting in Washington DC and going through Maryland, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Iowa, Nebraska, Colorado, Arizona, Nevada [Las Vegas], and back to California… seeing every landmark there was to see on the way, of course). After seeing so much of the USA, being in several familiar places that I consider to be "home," and seeing so many wonders both natural and manmade, I came to a very important conclusion: I don't need a boyfriend to be happy and I especially don't need this boy to be happy. But I discovered that I feel a sense of comfort when he's around, like being home. I also discovered that I wanted to share everything that I saw with him because I knew that he would have loved it all. I wanted him to see the redwoods, see the Native American cliff dwellings, see the Grand Canyon, and see my California hometown all because I want to share my life with him. In short, I discovered that my life is great without him and I am actually a very happy person and having him in my life would only enrich it further; I don't need him around, but I want him around.
Armed with that new knowledge, I went back to college and planned a trip back to my high school for a long weekend. I had friends I wanted to see and loose ends that I wanted to tie up, mostly regarding boring things like scholarships and bank accounts. I ended up contacting this boy and thinking that I'm fine to just be friends with him, so I asked if we could possibly do tea or something. He said yes. But then he changed his answer to "would you possibly want to be friends with benefits or some less-shallow-sounding version of that?" Instinctually, the answer should always be "no," but I hadn't had sex for almost a year since (it was legal in our jurisdiction, no worries) and I was getting pretty antsy. I figured that I would tell him that it could only happen this once because I figured that it's better for it to be him than anyone else because he's familiar, we know each other very well, and we both know that we're drug and disease free. It would be a lot better than trying to randomly hook up with someone else. But I told myself that under no circumstances would I allow him to hurt me, so I told him that we could as long as we had a talk about it afterwards so that I could let him know that in the future, I won't be so weak to accept something like that because I refuse to let him use me with no romantic intentions.
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