That was me, months ago. That feeling that you're addicted to a person- in a similar fashion to a drug (well- most narcotics anyways). You keep going back to that girl knowing she's awful for you because you just want your hit, or your toke, or your glimpse of exposure to her. It's a true case of irrationality > logic.
I won't try to drag this on as I know this is an advice forum- not a forum for one to rate my autobiography. But- if you are reading this (I thank you), and bear with me in trying to follow. During my first year of university (nearly 2 years ago) I started dating a girl. We dated just over a year. Throughout which, I (my friends + family as well) picked up on many different things I didn't think were really good qualities I wanted someone I was with to have. It resulted in us breaking up numerous (<- conservative wording) times during last summer. I went away to Europe for August. She slept with my best friend. I was told when I got back. I ended up getting back together with her (the real messed up part begins now). While I was in Europe I knew something was up, my entire focus was on trying to win her back when I got home. I was depressed, I wrote her a song, a speech- the whole deal, I had convinced myself it was my fault (all of this is filler and irrelevant to the present question I pose to this forum- it's merely for the sake of filling you in). In essence, my confidence was shot at the time, and was for a long long time (shields are still not at 100% captain). Come this year's March we were still hanging around each other- I found out once again she had started seeing someone else while we were still in a "gray" zone. (A big part of this in retrospect was that I came to the realization she wasn't good for me, but didn't want her to be with anyone else- gotta love pointless caveman raw instinct- eventually rationality overcame this). I have removed all forms of contact and was doing quite well - until I broke my leg a little over a month ago (one thing after the other). Apparently ultimate frisbee is a contact sport. Any-who- she found out via whatever means, and texted me to come speak to me and see how I was doing with my leg and all (she was a street away from my house at the time). This set me back some 1) that she was so close and 2) that she was feigning this sort of kindness (which really messed with me head- as I figured she was doing this to a) make herself feel like she was being a good person, or b) make herself feel like she was being a good person). I removed contact between us, didn't message her on her birthday in June- my message was clear. As stated, this set me back some and got me thinking about the future.
PS- when the times were good during first year, I would say we were each other's first true loves
Now- the body ^ is done, for the conclusion (a university student's favorite part). She is with someone else. I am single. I've regained much confidence, yet still think of her daily (not that I would ever think of getting back with her). I won't use the word hate- because hate is in and of itself a pointless word that results in hatred (people should hate hate itself). But I have a strong feeling of animosity towards her still- for letting her manipulate my emotions, myself, making me into a lump of a man, and many other things. We are in close proximity come school (september), and hang around the same crowds. I've been debating on if I will acknowledge her existence and all that jazz but here comes the kicker- do I need to forgive her? I've been dawdling in the thinking of philosophers past that "one can't love with hatred in their heart", but I just don't know how to proceed with the final stages of this unnecessarily prolonged experience. I humbly ask the omnipotent, all-knowing, all-seeing internet for its opinion, comments, advice, thoughts, arguments, beliefs, and opinions on the matter (not in that order).
Thank's for taking the time to read my story, I appreciate it greatly
Zack