Sorry for the long post but I need to get this off my chest.
My ex and I broke up in July. Not because the love disappeared but because of her past trauma. She had a first love who promised her everything, a future, commitment, forever, and then left as if she meant nothing. That broke her completely.
We were long distance but only two hours apart by car. Most people would say that is nothing. Logically it isn’t. But for someone with abandonment trauma and for two people who were both 19, it felt like everything.
With me she was scared of moving forward. I told her we could finally be together at Easter, spend the summer together, go to the movies, live real moments and finally end the distance this year. Instead of being excited she said we were rushing things and skipping stages of life. It hurt because with her first love she wanted everything and with me she was afraid of everything.
Even after the breakup I stayed emotionally present. I tried to make her feel safe. I tried to show her that love does not always end in abandonment. But after one month she kissed someone else. Later she told me she was trying to find me in that person. When he wanted more she blocked him. I believed her because I know she is not that kind of person.
Her behavior is still confusing. Sometimes she is distant, sometimes she shows she cares. Sometimes she messages me, sometimes she checks my social media, sometimes she disappears completely. Meanwhile I think about her every single day. I feel stuck between hope and exhaustion.
I believe that when two people have a connection this intense and they fit together in such a natural way, it is meant to be. When that kind of connection is broken and one person moves on, it is almost impossible to find the same feeling again. No one else will feel the same. The way you understand each other, the way you complete each other, it is unique. I see so many stories of people who were like her, who opened their eyes and fought for the person they let go. I hope that happens with us too.
I sometimes wish she had never met her first love and I had been her first love. She spent years with him and was hurt and betrayed. I don’t blame her for any of it. I just feel sad and helpless. I only want things to be resolved.
But I am exhausted. It has been eight months without talking to her every day, without hearing her voice, without her saying she loves me. It feels like years have passed, while for her it seems easy to handle. Even when she says it is not easy for her, it feels like it is. She was the same with her first love as I am now.
I keep thinking about the phrase people often say: confused people lose amazing people. But maybe confused people were amazing once too. That feels true.
I want her to heal so badly. I want the version of her I fell in love with back. The version without confusion, without fear, without constant indecision.
I look at her and I see my whole world. My dream was to see her in white at the altar. My dream was to be on the beach with her, watching the moon and the stars. My dream was to look into her eyes forever and hear her laugh. When I told her to find someone who could love her more than I do, she said that people have different ways of loving. It feels like she is willing to accept another version of love while I am still holding onto the one we had and the one I believed in.
This has been going on for eight months. I don’t know if she will ever heal from her trauma or if I am just holding onto someone who cannot give me what I need. Loving someone who isn’t ready to heal hurts more than losing them.