Also New..

Well, I'm 24 and just had my first break-up. Yeah, I know, it's sad.
I'm not good in relationships, this was my first real one, well, I guess it wasn't that real.
I'm the kinda girl someone will want as his best friend, and this is what usually happens.

I met a guy during a 6 month trip abroad. We've been together almost the entire period.
I wanted him so much, not him necessarily, but this kind of a dream relationship, a tale to remember forever, about the guy from 'there'.
And yes, I got him, it wasn't that hard, he was a guy that wanted sex in the end. And I was so close,
the next door, and he knew that I will go away at the end, so why not..

And it was great. We've been together everyday, almost the all day. Getting up together, eating, going out and going to sleep.
It was that way for, as said, six month. I, like an accident waiting to happen, fell in-love. I couldn't control it. He was more than the
dream I wanted for there, he was I wanted for life. The other side (obviously..) was more realistic.

And than the day had come for me to leave. The worst day I had in my life.
I spent 4 hours crying in the airport, and haven't really stopped now. It has been two and a half months.
We mailed each-other in the beginning. Not anymore.

I still love him. So much. I think about him all the time. Can't let go. Don't really want to.


Not many people could know about our relationship, not all my friends and specially not my family (religion stuff..).
I have some who help, I'm lucky to have them, I really do.
But, this is how I end up here, trying to have another source of support. Maybe you could help me feel a little bit batter..

I surely hope so!