To keep it short, we dated exclusively in person for 4 months before I had to leave. He was afraid to commit to making it official because “what if you never come back?” Which I understand, though the irony is not lost on me that if he committed it would be much easier to come back!
So I was emotionally preparing for the relationship to demote to just friends once I landed in my country. I bawled in his arms the night before I left. I sniffled in the airport. I watched LaLa Land and bawled at our timeline. By the time I landed I had accepted that it was more or less over, only to find a bunch of sweet messages waiting for me when I regained phone service.
Instead he’s initiated Skyping me twice in a week and we’ve messaged a few times a day, all cute romantic messages. It still feels like a relationship. I’m trying not to freak out about the future and just enjoy it for what it is now, but at 29, I can’t afford to give much more time to someone who is unwilling to plan a visit or call me his girlfriend. I’m giving it 1.5 months before we have to at least plan a visit, and if the relationship is showing no more signs of moving forward I have to back out for my own sanity. With the deadline I can free my mind to focus on my personal goals instead of going in circles over him.
That being said, he’s the best person I’ve ever dated and the short time we spent together was the healthiest, most nurturing relationship I’ve been in.
But I would love to, in the meantime, hear any stories similar where one party was afraid to jump in and eventually warmed up. I’m very good at convincing myself that he’s a day away from fading out of my life. It’s only been a week and I know it only gets harder. Some hope would be nice to indulge in as well.
So I was emotionally preparing for the relationship to demote to just friends once I landed in my country. I bawled in his arms the night before I left. I sniffled in the airport. I watched LaLa Land and bawled at our timeline. By the time I landed I had accepted that it was more or less over, only to find a bunch of sweet messages waiting for me when I regained phone service.
Instead he’s initiated Skyping me twice in a week and we’ve messaged a few times a day, all cute romantic messages. It still feels like a relationship. I’m trying not to freak out about the future and just enjoy it for what it is now, but at 29, I can’t afford to give much more time to someone who is unwilling to plan a visit or call me his girlfriend. I’m giving it 1.5 months before we have to at least plan a visit, and if the relationship is showing no more signs of moving forward I have to back out for my own sanity. With the deadline I can free my mind to focus on my personal goals instead of going in circles over him.
That being said, he’s the best person I’ve ever dated and the short time we spent together was the healthiest, most nurturing relationship I’ve been in.
But I would love to, in the meantime, hear any stories similar where one party was afraid to jump in and eventually warmed up. I’m very good at convincing myself that he’s a day away from fading out of my life. It’s only been a week and I know it only gets harder. Some hope would be nice to indulge in as well.
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