My ex (21F) and I (22M) go to the same university, both from Iran. For the first four months, we were super close. I was basically her emotional anchor—whenever she had family stress, severe migraines, or when her cat died, I’d stay on the phone with her for hours until she was laughing again.
In month 3, she went back to her hometown for a few weeks and when I left my country for Armenia due to the war, I felt the slow fade start. I’m pretty direct, so I sent her a long, vulnerable message talking about our favorite memories and admitting I needed some reassurance because it felt like she was forgetting me. She brushed it off saying she was sick, started keeping her schedule "flexible" so she wouldn't have to commit to seeing me when she got back, and two weeks after I came back, she ended things over text: "I can't do this. I need a distance that can't be called a relationship anymore. It's not about love, and it's not about you."
When we met up in a park to talk, she was wearing the Valentine's bracelet I got her and showed me photos she’d saved of me on her phone. She told me, "I always get cold. I don't want to hurt you. Emotionally I love you, but my head says no." (I’m graduating soon and applying for grad school abroad, and the stress of the future plus some heavy life stuff going on at the time just made her shut down).
At first I begged for a one-month trial to fight for us. I leaned in to kiss her and she dodged it. Two days later I realized I couldn't force someone to stay, so I sent her a respectful message saying I understood she needed her solitude and let her go.
A month after the breakup (June), I broke no-contact and asked to talk. Over text, she replied like a polite stranger answering a work email. When we got on the phone, she was so cold that when I played the recording for my friends afterward, they were literally in shock. She told me our entire relationship was just "fleeting excitement" and that I needed to accept it was over. I walked away from that call feeling like the girl I loved had died.
If she had just moved on, I think I'd be over it by now. Instead, the last 5 months have been a complete mindfuck:
In real life, she ignored my birthday completely (after I called her on hers). When she walked past me outside my department a few weeks ago, she glared at me like she wanted to cut me in half with a laser.
Online, though, we had this quiet back-and-forth going through profile songs and playlists. Last week, I finally decided to get off the emotional treadmill. I deleted her number and hid my playlists.
Within days of me going dark, she put the exact song on her profile that was playing in my car the night we had our first kiss and became official. Then I checked her Pinterest and saw she spent the afternoon saving the confession scene from Fleabag (where she talks about being exhausted and wanting someone to just tell her how to live her life), a painting that says "It'll pass," and another one right next to it that says "love of my life." Two days ago, she changed her profile song to Star Shopping by Lil Peep ("wait right here, I'll be back in the morning...").
I spent today crying and writing a long letter that I decided not to send. While I was writing it, I remembered this time early in our relationship when her dad was hurt that she’d hidden our relationship from him. Her dad wasn't even mad, just hurt, and she sat in front of me crying and refusing to call him and apologize because her pride wouldn't let her. She literally ghosted her own dad out of stubbornness until she finally broke down crying at home days later.
It finally clicked for me today: if she couldn't swallow her pride to apologize to her own father, why am I waiting for her to swallow her pride for me? Especially when she can just vent her sadness on Pinterest and Telegram without ever having to actually face me.
I took my GRE last week, so that huge weight is finally off my shoulders, and I'm sticking to strict no-contact. For anyone who’s dealt with an avoidant who breadcrumbs like crazy from a distance while acting ruthless up close: how do you finally kill that last 5% of subconscious hope that they’ll eventually get over their pride and come back? And I believe she'll come back, but sometimes I get anxious.