“"Him: maybe we shouldn’t keep talking. Like I don’t want to, I love talking to you but it’s really starting to weigh on my conscience. I mean… I’m moving in with ****** after this semester.
Me: so if you don’t want to, then why?
Him: well what are the other options? I need to get closure and start to move on with my life. I’m sorry
Me: look, that’s your choice and you know it. So if that’s what you really want, then I guess this is goodbye. I’ll miss you, but I hope you’re happy. You’re a special person, and you’re going so far and I’m so proud of that and happy I got to see it. I’d like to stay on Facebook with you though so I can see it, if that’s ok
Him: i would like that too, thank you for asking… and *****, you’re an amazing person and I really do love you, I doubt this is the last time we’ll ever talk, I’m sure ****** won’t mind us checking in from time to time. I’ll miss you so much, good luck. You’re going to do great for yourself too.”“
We have a long complicated history, we dated and broke up and he hurt me worse than anyone else ever has, and probably ever will. We started talking as friends after a few years, but he had a history of being unfaithful… so his girlfriend naturally didn’t like us talking. But we still did because we always helped each other come out ok when things were really bad, and so we still had an attachment. And the attachment was deeper than I let myself acknowledge because he decided he couldn’t keep doing this and that it was better to cut ties like his girlfriend initially wanted. I cried after, but it’s been a couple months now and I feel like such a weight has been lifted knowing that it’s all over. I feel freer, and I almost hope he doesn’t check back in on me and bring back all of those memories and anxieties. I hope the best for them, I meant it when I told him I wanted him to be happy, but I’m ok without him, and I am going to be happy and do good things. I’m thankful for him, but we’re past each other at this point in our lives, and that’s alright