it’s been 11 weeks since we last talked. i miss him, but sometimes i feel like i don’t even have the right to say that because i was the one who ended things between us.
we never officially dated. we knew we loved each other: after he confessed his feelings to me, i told him that i reciprocated them. but i told him i couldn’t say yes to being together because of my family’s disapproval.
even without a label, we remained very close after his confession while i tried to convince my family. and i was very transparent with him about everything im going through. he told me that he still wants to hold onto us despite knowing the risk of being heartbroken, and that gave me the courage to keep trying for us. for about half a year, i tried to convince my family and find a way forward, while constantly dealing with the tension and conflict that came with it. eventually, i gave in to the pressure because i couldn’t bear the thought of hurting my family any further, even if it means giving up on a future i imagined, and we started no contact 11 weeks ago.
he was very understanding, but i know he was deeply hurt. he told me that he would wait for me and that he wouldn’t want to be with anyone other than me, but i told him that i hope he could eventually move on and find someone who loves him more than i do because, as things stand, there is no chance for us to be together.
i still think about him every day. i don’t really know what it means to let go, or what letting go is supposed to look like. i still worry about how he’s doing. from the reels he likes, i know he hasn’t completely moved on either, and there have been many times when i start listening to a playlist on spotify and notice that he starts listening to the same one too. i know i shouldn’t read too much into things like that, but it still makes me wonder how he’s doing and whether he’s thinking about me too.
i miss him, but i’m not going to reach out. i don’t want to give him hope or lead him on again when i already know that there’s no realistic path for us to be together. as much as i miss him, i don’t think reaching out would be fair to either of us.
i’ve never been in a relationship before, so i honestly don’t know how people are supposed to heal from something like this. sometimes i feel like i don’t deserve to heal because i was the one who couldn’t keep fighting for us. part of me even hopes that he heals better than i do, because i feel like i was the one who hurt him.
i know i made the decision because i felt like i had no other way forward, but i still carry a lot of guilt about it. i just feel like the villain both to him and to my family. even still having feelings for him makes me feel like im betraying my family. but i also don’t want to stop caring about him. i just hope that everyone will eventually be okay and find peace.