Hi. Yesterday I had my first ever real break-up, and I feel the need to type all this, since I’m feeling rather down at the moment and need to vent, and hopefully obtain some advice.
I’m 26, live in London, England.
Last June I met a girl during randomly on a street in London. She was very much my type. 25 years old. Of course, she was a foreigner here – she only moved to London from her native Meditteranean in late 2011. We hit it off, and ended up seeing each other. I’d see her on average once or twice per week, usually sleeping at her/my place virtually everytime . Many obligations did not allow us to meet more often. We always got on well, had good intimate moments and bedside conversations on many things. Never had any drama, not even close. From what I’ve seen, she is genuine, intelligent, mature type, not prone to games. I never bought her flowers, declared my love for her, or any made other very overt romantic gestures (I’m quite a reserved guy in these matters). I gave her a couple of minor gifts, but purely because I wanted to make a nice gesture. Smooth sailing overall until this March.
Recently one night when we were out, I noticed that she was a touch distant and distracted, I put it down to her job demands. The next time we met, during/post sex, and the morning after, she acted strangely: looking deep into my eyes for a long time, long silences, as if she wanted to say something, or expected me to. Then that day she texted me something like “sorry about last night, I was feeling odd for a while”. I said that she shouldn’t think about it, and forgot about this myself. After this, I haven’t seen her for over a week (her friends were visiting and so on), but we would exchange texts occasionally, as always.
We met last evening. Talked in a pub. It transpired that she decided to go back to her home country in 6 months/a year or so. In brief, she said that she came to London with the intention of going back anyway, but now it became definite. She strongly misses her closest friends, her family, ageing parents, the sun, and so on. According to her, “I deserve more” and she cannot give me that. I responded that I’m happy with the status quo, but she said she either wants to move forward or backward, no standing still. She said that “we had a high point around this xmas/January, but it’s been down recently. Did you notice I was acting odd last few times? If we continue sleeping together, it would be continually downhill like this. Do you really want that? My mind is on other things (home) now.”
To her suggestion that we still see each other in the future on a friendly basis, I said ”I think I made my thoughts about us clear” meaning that if we meet again, it would on sexual, not friendly terms, to which she replied “so I will never see you again?” I didn’t answer, she started crying, I cuddled her and she calmed down... We kissed during the conversation as well at some point. Then I walked her to the train station, holding hands... Now, I kinda went back on my word that we won’t meet again – I assured her “we have each other contact details, feel free to call, text or whatever”, to which she said she will. I dropped the line "you'll probably change the mind about us..." to which she replied "unlikely, once I make my decision, I dont go back..." She kissed me twice again passionately and we parted.
Now I’m feeling like maybe it was partly me who contributed to the situation - I remember, recently, maybe at the start of this month, she said once to me post-sex, "we've been together for nine months. Thats quite a long time..." I kinda ignored it, saying its not that long in the grand scheme of things, or similar. She said a similar thing once we reached a six month mark too. Maybe that was her way of hinting that she expects me to say something more amorous to her, to express my feeling more, show how much she means to me? I also kinda ignored valentine's day, (we met the following day, since it would be easier for us as it would fall on a weekend). I did not give her flowers or declare my love... I did however buy her a book, which meant a lot to me; I generally like useful intellectual gifts. She really enjoys reading it... But still, I think she prob wanted a touch more. For some deep internal cause, I feel awkward expressing my true feelings for a person, and naturally I appear quite detached, although deep inside this is not so.
What to do now (apart from moving on?) Any chance to rescue the situation? I see three things:
1. Ask her for a drink next week and talk again (her family are with her this easter)
2. Wait it out with 3 weeks or more, no contact and then meet up with her for the talk.
3. Wait it out for a few weeks, get back in touch, and try to let the connection happen again casually
Any advice? Thank you guys in advance!