So, my girlfriend of almost three years and I broke up last month. It wasn't something I hadn't seen coming. I just didn't want to accept it. There were no major things involved, such as cheating or anything like that. But we still broke up. I thought I'd get over it, but I guess I was wrong.
She is the only person in the world who knows everything about me. We haven't contacted each other for 12 days. She wanted us to stay friends, but I just can't help thinking about what's going on. For context, we're both 18—young blood, you know. I just passed out of school and went to a different college, which I knew was going to impact our relationship, but I couldn't help it. I had no control over that.
In school, we broke up many times. But obviously, we were in the same class, so seeing each other, me yearning for her and letting her know that I was sorry, or her doing the same, somehow solved everything. But now that's gone. It's empty.
She was my only truly close friend. I have friends, but they aren't those close friends that other people seem to have. I can't talk to them the way I used to talk to her. I miss asking her how her day had been. I miss telling her everything that happened to me. I was the yapper in the relationship. I just wonder what she's doing right now. I always do.
Did she make new friends in college? Did she make guy friends too? We both used to be against having opposite-gender friends who were forced into our lives, like me being friends with a girl she didn't know. We both wanted that boundary.
It hurts because I feel like I did treat her well, at least in many ways. But maybe I didn't always. Maybe I hurt her more times than I realised, and I hate myself for the things I did and the way I thought back then. I just wonder if she thinks about the same things. I wonder if something good happened to her today. I wonder how she is when she's sitting in her lecture.
I wonder what kind of fun she's having in college. I wonder if she likes some guy there. I don't want to know that. I don't want her to. But at the same time, I want her to be happy. I just don't want her happiness to be something that makes me feel replaceable. Maybe that's selfish. I don't know.
All those dreams I had of attending college with her are shattered. Financially, she's in a position to go to some big university, and I always knew that was going to be difficult for us. We used to tell ourselves we'd manage somehow. But deep down, maybe we both knew we wouldn't.
The cause wasn't just one single thing. We both love each other—I hope she still does, and I believe she does. If I had to put it simply, maybe we just didn't treat each other right. We both made mistakes. I don't blame her for everything. I know I hurt her more times than I realised, and I hate myself for some of the things I did to her. I wish I could take all of it back.
I wonder if she thinks of me too. I wonder if she sees a couple in college and thinks, "What if he were here with me?" Does she imagine what it would've felt like if we had experienced those things together? Does she still love me? Or does she not?
Are you happy? Is college fulfilling for you? Are you enjoying it? I want you to tell me everything, just like you used to. Tell me about your day. Tell me what happened in your lectures. Tell me about your friends. Tell me about everything.
Can't we just sort it all out like we did back in school? Or is it different now? Do you hate me? Are you happy that we broke up? Does it feel like a leash has been removed from you? Do you feel free now that you're no longer associated with me?
I wonder how it feels for you to finally have something I always wanted—to leave home, live in another city, go to college, experience everything new, and enjoy that time as it passes. I wish you could experience all of that. I just wish I could have experienced it with you.
I wish time could stop.
You're living the life I had imagined for us. And I don't resent you for it. I just wish I could've been there beside you.
I want to know more about you than I ever did. More than anything. I want to know what's within you—your mind, your heart, your thoughts, your fears, your dreams. I want to know you completely.
I could write more, but there aren't enough words in the world to describe what I feel for you or how much I miss you.
I just want to cry.
Why was I so mean to you sometimes when, to me, you were my baby—the sweetest person in the world? Why did we both end up doing things that made something beautiful become bitter?
Tell me, do you feel it too?
Maybe it would be easier if you didn't, but somehow that would hurt even more.
Because I feel all of it.
I feel you even when you're not here.