I wrote about how this guy I really liked, even loved, just disappeared on me one day. I don't know if I ever talked about him reaching out to me, after almost 2 months had passed. He apologized about how he just left without saying goodbye and that he was so sorry he broke my heart. He said he loved me and his life had begun to unravel and he didn't want to bring me down with him. He said that's why he had left. Even through text message, I could feel his pain and I told him I believed him. He had hoped I didnt hate him for his actions and the truth was that I didn't. I was more confused than anything. I didn't understand how you could just leave someone you love without giving them something as simple as a warning as to you abandoning ship. We didn't text much but I think what needed to said be said was said and that was all there was. It would still hurt my heart when I would think about it because I was so angry at him. I never hated him but I was just angry that he didn't think he could handle telling me about his situation. I'm such an understanding person, always have been. Why didn't he just tell me? It broke my heart more than anything to find out that he didn't think I wouldn't "get it." I loved him so much, he could've told me and at least let me decide for myself if I wanted to walk away or at least help him sort out his shit. I get it. To him: I appreciated you reaching out to me, even if it did take you awhile. You hurt me so bad but I never held any hate for you in my heart. Wherever you are in life, I hope you got your shit straightened out and thank you for the memories. Remember when we thought we could have it all?
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February 2020
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