Hi forum!
I want to share a story as briefly as possible and I will need your comments and advice, because my love life has turned really miserable.
Almost exactly three years ago I met this guy; tall, handsome, cute, funny and most important interested in me. We did not have more than a couple of dates, before he were into a relationship. Things were running smoothly at first, until our lives became a little more demanding. He was new at his job and I had two jobs to handle, a morning and an afternoon one. Quite an opportunity for both of us given the unemployment rates in the country I were... Then some family problems started to show up, basically from my side. The relation ended a few months ago, with him having probably enough with me. I tried to reconnect with him, but after a few weeks we communicated and met, he decided it would not work out. Actually, he needed someone more intriguing in his life than me, as he had said.
I collected my pieces and tried to totally forget him. I blocked him from messaging (not that he would message me), erased his phone numbers and addresses (nor would he try to communicate with me, it was me preventing myself from doing so) and started reading books that helped me move on.
And I did move on. I knew where to find him and avoided any randomly bumping into him. I had typical communication with our few mutual friends. And I forgot him. I was evolved as a professional, I accomplished new goals, I got hobbies that made me really happy, I met new people, I took risks concerning my career all these past two years, until...
...a couple of weeks ago. I met a mutual friend and he would set up a meeting of friends, among which this ex was invited. As soon as I found out, I informed that I wouldn't go. Some hours later, I receive a text of him asking to see me and catch up with our news. I politely said that, due to my schedule, it was impossible. A week later he called me and messaged me again. It took me some hours to finally decide to meet him.
We talked a lot. He learned how I moved on in my life and seemed amazed of my decisions. Partcularly, with the most recent one; I will move abroad and have my phd. Even though things with his work are a little shaken down, he admitted he could never take a decision of going abroad or starting from low again. During our conversation, he said how proud he has always been about me and always looked me straight in the eyes. I felt my ego a little lifted up, but soon I realised that my feelings had only been jostled rather than faded away. I revised my lists of the things I hated about him, but my mind is blur, as if he could ever change.
I feel sober enough not to communicate with him, although we exchanged communication info again. But there are two things that puzzle me:
1. Why on earth do I feel that I would be available, if he ever wanted to get back with me?
2. Have you ever felt deeply you need a revenge, regardless how many years have passed? I feel like I need to requite his rejection, if only he gave me the chance...
Before I thank you for reading me, I should add that I admit he was my greatest love and that since then I have not really been in a relationship. I hope I was not very tiring... and that you could give some hints to mitigate my emotions and concentrate on the important decisions of my life that are about to take place...