This is my first post here. I don't really feel comfortable talking about these things to the few people I'm close to, so I don't know where else to turn except someplace like this. I'm aware that most people will probably not take the time to read this huge post, but I feel like just letting it all out will help me.
About a year and a half ago, I met the first and only person I've ever loved. I had met her through some friends, and at first sight I honestly thought she was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Luckily for me, she told my friends that she thought the same for me, and only a few days later we were together. It just started with a kiss, she simply said "Greg, I think you're really cute, can I kiss you?" I told her right then that I was not looking to "hook-up" with anyone, that I'm over that kind of stuff and I was only looking to get involved with something that I could see having a future(in so many words). She always told me how happy that made her throughout our relationship, because she felt the same way. After that night, we basically fell head over heels for each other, and very fast. We started hanging out constantly, and I do mean constantly, we became "official" after only about 2 days.
Looking back, we moved way too fast, but I think it's the only way me and her could have moved. Our relationship was great for a long time, there were some bumps, but they just didn't seem to matter because everything felt so perfect. Things started going downhill about 8 months into our relationship. I was a very bad boyfriend at times, my jealousy was her biggest problem with me. I would not let her hang out with other guys, and at first it didn't bother her as she didn't want me hanging out with any other girls either. Before I met her she had a ton of friends that were guys, I guess she started to miss them, which is totally understandable, but at that point I wasn't thinking the same way. I didn't want her around guys, period. There were times when she'd go out to parties and hang out with guys behind my back. She always broke down a few hours after doing it and would tell me what she had done. I never left her for this, and I'm very confident that she never cheated. I hate myself for being the way I was, I wish I would have just dropped the jealousy and let her do what she wanted to do, because I realize now that I should have trusted her, I don't think she would ever do anything to hurt me.
I also ruined a lot of things for us. On our one year anniversary, she told me she had run into her ex-boyfriend while at a restaurant with her friends. She said she just said "hey", and that was it. I blew up at this, and totally ignored her for the good part of the day. I called her later that night, and she was very upset, but eventually ended up forgiving me. I messed up like this a lot. I never had the money to give her anything, mostly because I spent it all on cigarettes and gas, and lots of other things that should not have been priority. I still cry thinking about how I messed up so many times that could have been great.
Basically I screwed up a lot, and she did to an extent too. Our relationship was very rocky for the last couple months. She broke up with me about 3 or 4 times in the year we were together, but it never lasted more than 12 hours or so, she would always end up calling me crying, telling me how she could never be without me. I can honestly say that I was willing to work through everything, and would have been willing to work through it for the rest of my life. I love her more than I've ever loved anyone or anything. She broke up with me about 3 months ago, she said she couldn't do it anymore, she felt trapped, and didn't want a relationship, especially the one we were in. Keep in mind that not a day earlier she was telling me how she could never be without me, something she told me quite a bit. I spent the first couple days crying and trying to get her back. About a month ago she called me crying early in the morning, and eventually asked me to come over. I did, foolishly, and we ended up having sex(not that you wanted to hear that) and hanging out for a few days. Eventually it got to be too much and we both got really emotional, we realized that we're only hurting each other more by hanging out. Since then, we haven't spoken.
I still walk around every day with a heavy heart. I just can't forget about her, it feels like I spend every waking minute thinking about her. I have frequent dreams about her as well. There's plenty of fish in the sea, but I feel like I caught the only one for me, and that no one could ever match up. Will this ever stop? I can't even get myself to do anything but sit in my room playing bass guitar for 10+ hours every day. I have only a few friends, and we do hang out, but it doesn't take my mind off her. I just miss her, I want her back, and at the same time I don't because I don't ever want to feel this way again. Besides, I am almost positive that I have no chance at ever being with her again, and I refuse to hurt myself even more by pursuing her. It already nearly kills me when I drive past her in my car. Basically, I feel hopeless.







