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sorry for taking so long to respond i know i keep saying this but i just need time to process exactly what i want to say and obviously i'm trying not to get too emotional i'm really glad to hear that your anxiety is better and understand what you mean i was really anxious too and filled with guilt unsure of whether i should stay because the last thing i wanted was to hurt you like you said it's for the better i have to admit that early on when we started dating i was alone in your room and

read a short passage in your diary where you talked about how you suffered from constant anxiety i think before i had this idea that you were this invincible beautiful force that almost dictated my happiness like you weren't a real person with your own insecurities i was only really thinking about myself reading that you dealt with this constant dread and desperation i don't know i saw you differently like we were equal like we were on a team you were this beautiful fragile girl who was also infinitely strong and brave and always knew just what to say

you were mine and i was yours and all that except that was all [ __ ] and we both knew it we were both feeling that same ambivalence and lack of passion we were wasting each other's time and i happened to act on it first after five months of waiting and dreading and wishing it wasn't so but it was and i ubered to your home and stood in that same doorway i had so many times before we joked about your weirdly psychotic cad i tried not to look at you because i felt so bad and

as the words came out i realized that none of this was surprising it was just this shared painful relief i think about that day a lot how alone i felt before and after the coziness of a relationship makes it so easy to forget the piercing sensation of solitude my bed feels just a little bit more empty knowing that you'll never feel it again i still have those little synapses firing when something funny or stupid happens to me and my first impulse is to text you and then i have to remind myself that everything is over

and a part of me is forever gone and that it's probably for the better yeah i've i've been seeing other people i've honestly seen too many maybe out of some form of escapism or maybe out of this seemingly noble idea that i need to figure myself out by dating lots of other people but all of these faces and names and contacts exchanged just leaves me drained and sure i've had good experiences just like i've had bad experiences and sure you never fail to seep into my mind at the most intimidative moments moments that i only

ever really had with you it still feels wrong but i need to get used to it and just being single makes me feel so stupid and pathetic i'm now more likely to spend far too much time on dating apps talking to strangers that i have nothing in common with and share no interests with other than a quiet and desperate yearning to not feel alone i'm also more likely to end up forcibly engaged in conversations with friends about how hot a girl is or who they want to sleep with or who i want to sleep with

or how is it or any other sort of excitable signaling that they are in fact straight it was kind of nice when we were together and my daily activities didn't leave me feeling so pathetic i guess that's the thing about us the honor and meaning behind it we were building something as a team or couple or at the very least too overly agreeable and cooperative idiots what were we building towards well we wanted to love each other and we were never entirely sure of whether such an object was already enough to fit the definition of

love i certainly believed that love only required hard work and a sincere interest in the other person and you believed that love was something holy passionate and from what i remember predestined at first sight i think we've both shifted in our positions a little bit love is obviously pretty enigmatic and you can't force it and perhaps my initial view of love was my attempt to overcome the hard truth that the most important things in life are always brutally out of comprehension but i felt it at one point months together during the pandemic cuddling and drinking

and watching stupid shows i felt the warmth i felt the fuzzy feelings and before i left for home for 10 months i even said it perhaps out of the pressure that i'd regret not saying it that i'd be on the other side of the country and realize that i should have but i did it and you set it back and then as each frigid month passed and each phone call became more and more dreaded i found that my love had departed as quickly as it had arrived and what a terrible feeling that was because i

wanted to love you you were perfect compassionate willing to put your foot down you were weird in a uniquely beautiful way you were my companion to so many adventures and memories moments that i'll forever revisit with a certain tinge of sweet and bitter i don't know why i couldn't love you nor you me and i don't think i'll ever stop wanting to or at least i'll never stop wondering if it wasn't possible somehow especially in those nights where the silence becomes all too much that's when i'll think of you and regret it all but it

is for the better right it is i want it to be anyways i found one of your sweaters under my bed and i'm wondering if you'd like me to drop it off anyways i hope your family is doing well and i really wish you the best in life you deserve to be happy