Yep, been in love, still am, stay a while and listen to my tale, even if some of you have read this.
Known the girl for about five years, but we only started dating about two and a half years later. She lives in Texas, I live in Australia, we've never met in person, but I still love her. We've had ups and downs, she's even gone out with other guys so her Dad doesn't get suspicious and to help compensate for the lack of me being there. Yeah, sounds like a pathetic excuse, but I don't care. She means the world to me, and she's written songs for me, drawn pictures, dedicated writing to me. We can sit together and just talk for hours on end about anything, and then later in the evening she'll lay down on the bed and just watch me as she falls asleep.
We...broke up in March for about 4 months; things were sorta dying down between us and I had been changing personality wise to the point I was constantly worrying about her and had no self esteem. 'Not the person she first fell in love with' in her words. I cut off all contact with her, I deleted everything which reminded me of her, I refused to even utter her name. Even with all that, she was on my mind, especially her smile and her laugh. For the life of me, nothing I did could get her out. I started taking a drink or two everyday because that would scramble my head and mess up the signals, her name would bring up a completely unrelated image. The smallest objects or phrases could bring memories torrenting back in. There was nothing I enjoyed doing anymore, I couldn't stand being at home, always constantly having to leave the house.
The whole time she had been trying to contact me, I was informed of it one time and I ran outside to throw up. She was sorry, so very sorry for breaking up with me, and when I talked to her again, she realised it was a mistake to do that, and she would torture herself by listening to music and doing things that reminded her of me. And, even though I deleted everything, I would subconsciously do those things as well. We've been back together for two weeks, and I haven't felt this alive, this motivated in so long. I think we needed that time apart, because we needed to know if we're in love. I don't care if going back is a mistake...I love her with all my heart. Some might say it's one sided and she's playing me, some might say I'm just obssessed. I don't care; if it works out, I'll be damn happy, if it doesn't I'll go back to how I was before and see how long it takes for me to move on.
There is a point to all this: I believe there is someone for anyone, they might not be in your country, and nothing is ever just sunshine and roses. I know the mistakes I made, and I won't let myself repeat them.
To me, love is very real.
Known the girl for about five years, but we only started dating about two and a half years later. She lives in Texas, I live in Australia, we've never met in person, but I still love her. We've had ups and downs, she's even gone out with other guys so her Dad doesn't get suspicious and to help compensate for the lack of me being there. Yeah, sounds like a pathetic excuse, but I don't care. She means the world to me, and she's written songs for me, drawn pictures, dedicated writing to me. We can sit together and just talk for hours on end about anything, and then later in the evening she'll lay down on the bed and just watch me as she falls asleep.
We...broke up in March for about 4 months; things were sorta dying down between us and I had been changing personality wise to the point I was constantly worrying about her and had no self esteem. 'Not the person she first fell in love with' in her words. I cut off all contact with her, I deleted everything which reminded me of her, I refused to even utter her name. Even with all that, she was on my mind, especially her smile and her laugh. For the life of me, nothing I did could get her out. I started taking a drink or two everyday because that would scramble my head and mess up the signals, her name would bring up a completely unrelated image. The smallest objects or phrases could bring memories torrenting back in. There was nothing I enjoyed doing anymore, I couldn't stand being at home, always constantly having to leave the house.
The whole time she had been trying to contact me, I was informed of it one time and I ran outside to throw up. She was sorry, so very sorry for breaking up with me, and when I talked to her again, she realised it was a mistake to do that, and she would torture herself by listening to music and doing things that reminded her of me. And, even though I deleted everything, I would subconsciously do those things as well. We've been back together for two weeks, and I haven't felt this alive, this motivated in so long. I think we needed that time apart, because we needed to know if we're in love. I don't care if going back is a mistake...I love her with all my heart. Some might say it's one sided and she's playing me, some might say I'm just obssessed. I don't care; if it works out, I'll be damn happy, if it doesn't I'll go back to how I was before and see how long it takes for me to move on.
There is a point to all this: I believe there is someone for anyone, they might not be in your country, and nothing is ever just sunshine and roses. I know the mistakes I made, and I won't let myself repeat them.
To me, love is very real.
