Dear Loving From A Distance Members
I am in some dire need of advice, and I wish my first post wasn't coming to you with such bad news. But I need to get this off my chest with people who ACTUALLY understand me, so here goes- please forgive me if this post is a little long.
We met at the beginning of February this year, I was a student from England doing a semester abroad in Hawaii, he was a student at the same university I was studying abroad at- originally he's from Washington state though. We met through friends and started dating a few weeks later, there was an attraction to each other almost immediately (I'm a little dense, it takes me a while to admit I like someone)
We dated for four months until the semester ended, my visa ran out, and I had to go back home to complete my final semester of university. He still has a year and a half to go because he briefly went part time to save money and work. Once I finished university, I started applications for Grad school in the USA (not because of him though, I've always wanted to move to the USA and I adore my major, and it's been my dream to become a professor and teach in the USA at college level for a long time)
I know what you're thinking, seriously dating for four months isn't that long- but we saw each other every day and about three months in I started practically living at his apartment due to issues with my room mates, I'd met his family (who all loved me and I loved them) and we'd said that we loved each other. I have never felt so strongly about anybody in my life, he was sweet, kind, caring, a genuinely nice guy, funny and silly and admired all my geeky-ness, and probably loved me more for it. We had the most amazing time together.
And then I got on the plane, sad but full of hope that we'd see each other again soon.
Flash-forward to about october time (approx 5 months since we left each others company) and he tells me he can't come and visit in the winter- he has no money (obviously the trip from hawaii to england is VERY expensive) and his mother messed him around, saying she'd help him with tickets (hence why he said he could come) but she then changed her mind. He felt terrible, said he was screwing me around. I felt awful too, and missed him terribly. But we talked through it and realised that there would be set backs, as we are both young (both of us are 21) and pretty low on cash. But then he said he would do his best to save every bit of money he had to come and see me, he even made a savings jar with the word "London" on it and did odd weekend jobs for his friends at his former workplace for a bit of spare cash (half which would go to living expenses, the rest would go in the London jar)
He went back to school again full time in the autumn semester, saying that because I'm so smart, I was his inspiration to go back full time. This meant he had to stop working (he has mild ADHD so he really has to concentrate on his schoolwork). As a result he gradually stopped doing things, stopped sending me care packages, stopped working out, became slightly more unhealthy, wasn't drawing or even going to the beach as much. The more I think about it now, the more I realise I should have started worrying about him sooner, he stopped doing a lot of things he loved. And I started feeling like he didn't care about me as much, though I knew it wasn't true, we had a very loving relationship. But because I'd stopped seeing the evidence of it, I started feeling it (does that make me a horrible person?). I tried not to feel that way. I knew that school had to be his priority, but it just hurt deep down.
Then flashforward to december, he says that he will have to work during the summer months to come and visit me later in the summer- so the dates have been pushed back again, we both agreed its not fair for me to come and see him first (I don't really have the money either, though I had started saving too). By that point it would've been over a year since we'd seen each other.
And that was the final straw,
I realised that, whilst I loved him so much, I so desperately wanted to be with him, and him with me, I couldn't handle the pain of being separated with him until he finished college. I didn't want to end up resenting him for not being able to do as much for me as I do for him, because he's wasn't only my boyfriend, but one of the best friends I've ever had. We talked, he was so broken up, but told me that I deserved to be happy and he feels he's let me down. It was awful. He cried, I cried, we didn't say goodbye, but we said see ya around.
We talked again a few nights ago and laid some ground rules, that we both needed space for a little while but eventually we hoped to be friends. Neither of us wants to lose each other. And I just keep thinking, it's so unfair, why do we have to be so young and have no money? Why can't the US and the UK make it easier for people to move between the countries (so much for special relationship)? Why can't two people who love each other so much actually BE TOGETHER? It's so unfair and I'm so upset. Logically, I know it's for the best. But my heart feels like it's going through the shredder, and the more I'm not seeing or talking to him, the worse it gets.
Does anyone have any advice? I could really use it, the majority of people around me say stuff like "oh don't worry, it was a summer romance" or "I told you the long distance wouldn't work out". luckily the best friend will be back in town next week. But for now...help? Please?
*sniffle*
I am in some dire need of advice, and I wish my first post wasn't coming to you with such bad news. But I need to get this off my chest with people who ACTUALLY understand me, so here goes- please forgive me if this post is a little long.
We met at the beginning of February this year, I was a student from England doing a semester abroad in Hawaii, he was a student at the same university I was studying abroad at- originally he's from Washington state though. We met through friends and started dating a few weeks later, there was an attraction to each other almost immediately (I'm a little dense, it takes me a while to admit I like someone)
We dated for four months until the semester ended, my visa ran out, and I had to go back home to complete my final semester of university. He still has a year and a half to go because he briefly went part time to save money and work. Once I finished university, I started applications for Grad school in the USA (not because of him though, I've always wanted to move to the USA and I adore my major, and it's been my dream to become a professor and teach in the USA at college level for a long time)
I know what you're thinking, seriously dating for four months isn't that long- but we saw each other every day and about three months in I started practically living at his apartment due to issues with my room mates, I'd met his family (who all loved me and I loved them) and we'd said that we loved each other. I have never felt so strongly about anybody in my life, he was sweet, kind, caring, a genuinely nice guy, funny and silly and admired all my geeky-ness, and probably loved me more for it. We had the most amazing time together.
And then I got on the plane, sad but full of hope that we'd see each other again soon.
Flash-forward to about october time (approx 5 months since we left each others company) and he tells me he can't come and visit in the winter- he has no money (obviously the trip from hawaii to england is VERY expensive) and his mother messed him around, saying she'd help him with tickets (hence why he said he could come) but she then changed her mind. He felt terrible, said he was screwing me around. I felt awful too, and missed him terribly. But we talked through it and realised that there would be set backs, as we are both young (both of us are 21) and pretty low on cash. But then he said he would do his best to save every bit of money he had to come and see me, he even made a savings jar with the word "London" on it and did odd weekend jobs for his friends at his former workplace for a bit of spare cash (half which would go to living expenses, the rest would go in the London jar)
He went back to school again full time in the autumn semester, saying that because I'm so smart, I was his inspiration to go back full time. This meant he had to stop working (he has mild ADHD so he really has to concentrate on his schoolwork). As a result he gradually stopped doing things, stopped sending me care packages, stopped working out, became slightly more unhealthy, wasn't drawing or even going to the beach as much. The more I think about it now, the more I realise I should have started worrying about him sooner, he stopped doing a lot of things he loved. And I started feeling like he didn't care about me as much, though I knew it wasn't true, we had a very loving relationship. But because I'd stopped seeing the evidence of it, I started feeling it (does that make me a horrible person?). I tried not to feel that way. I knew that school had to be his priority, but it just hurt deep down.
Then flashforward to december, he says that he will have to work during the summer months to come and visit me later in the summer- so the dates have been pushed back again, we both agreed its not fair for me to come and see him first (I don't really have the money either, though I had started saving too). By that point it would've been over a year since we'd seen each other.
And that was the final straw,
I realised that, whilst I loved him so much, I so desperately wanted to be with him, and him with me, I couldn't handle the pain of being separated with him until he finished college. I didn't want to end up resenting him for not being able to do as much for me as I do for him, because he's wasn't only my boyfriend, but one of the best friends I've ever had. We talked, he was so broken up, but told me that I deserved to be happy and he feels he's let me down. It was awful. He cried, I cried, we didn't say goodbye, but we said see ya around.
We talked again a few nights ago and laid some ground rules, that we both needed space for a little while but eventually we hoped to be friends. Neither of us wants to lose each other. And I just keep thinking, it's so unfair, why do we have to be so young and have no money? Why can't the US and the UK make it easier for people to move between the countries (so much for special relationship)? Why can't two people who love each other so much actually BE TOGETHER? It's so unfair and I'm so upset. Logically, I know it's for the best. But my heart feels like it's going through the shredder, and the more I'm not seeing or talking to him, the worse it gets.
Does anyone have any advice? I could really use it, the majority of people around me say stuff like "oh don't worry, it was a summer romance" or "I told you the long distance wouldn't work out". luckily the best friend will be back in town next week. But for now...help? Please?
*sniffle*
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