So here's the deal.There's this guy. The love of my life. We met one day (by accident) and we knew. The magic was almost touchable. It was an enormous thing between us two. We lived far apart but we kept on talking on the phone everyday, every night, and we hadn't even kissed. It went on for months. We were really young, but we knew what was happening was a big deal. We talked about the day we would get married. He said he never felt this way for anybody else and how weird it was. We couldn't describe it, and the word love wasn't enough.
One special day, we kissed for the first time, months after we first met. It was like it was my first kiss. I felt so strongly about him and I knew he did too. When I went home he immediately texted me 'you're really the one I wanna marry someday.'
We dated for a short period of time. He was a 16 year old kid and probably got scared of the dimension of it and disappeared. So it was my one true broken heart ever since. I've been with other guys, and been in love, but nothing compared to it. Somehow I knew he would come back.
In all my moral conscience, I wouldn't take him back. Years went by and sometimes he tried reaching me (for as unbelievable as it may sound, 3 times, right in the days I'd broken up with other boyfriends, and he had no way to know, for he was really far away and we have no friends in common.) I never gave in.
One day, he tried again. He told me everything I'd been waiting to hear all those years. Then he wrote me the most significant letter I've read. He never forgot me, he was a stupid dumbass as a kid but had grown up and was really sorry for everything. And believe me I can tell truth from lie. Especially when it comes to him.
I've never been naive. He loved me, the way no other ever did, and I was really special to him. His friends all told me I had no idea how much he adored me and kept saying that. I gave in and we got back together. It was perfect - movie perfect, you have no idea at all. No one does. And I thought it was finally coming together. But it didn't last a month until he said, on the phone:
'Hey..what's this thing we have going on here?'
'I don't know. It's weird.'
'It's huge.'
'It is. But I don't know. At this time of my life I'm not in for something less serious.'
'You mean you'd want something serious?'
'Kind of, yeah.'
'Me, on the other hand, things could be better in my studies/family situation, and I don't think I'd be able to give you what you need, what you deserve right now.'
'What do you mean?'
'I mean charlotte, that I love you, you're everything to me, you're the most special thing that's ever happened to me, and I know I'm never gonna find someone as good as you, and don't think I don't appreciate everything that's been happening, but... I don't know. I really don't.'
'You don't know what exactly?'
'I don't know... I dont know. Maybe... we should try being friends, because we're better at being friends than in a relationship.'
My world fell apart when he said this. I kept my cool, took a deep breath, and said: 'I'm never gonna be able to be your friend. That's never gonna happen. It never did, it never will. It doesn't make sense.'
'I don't know what to say... I'm perfectly aware that the immature one in this is me...'
'Then let me know when you do know what to say.' Then I hung up. And it ended like this. WHAT SHOULD I DO?? I really love him and I don't wanna lose him. But I think I just did. Weird thing is I know he still loves me. How can I cope? I know there's only second best after him.



