You don’t understand: I have NOTHING.
It’s easy for you, you have a life.
I’ll never stop loving you.
The only thing I live for is working to get back to you.
I’ll never meet anyone else because you are the perfect woman.
If you date someone else it won’t be your fault, it will just be me getting screwed over in the last way possible.
Why am I the only one who has hope that we’ll get back together?
You don’t care about me.
What am I supposed to say?
I still care about him, but I don’t believe we’ll ever meet again, and frankly, I want to date other people.
I don’t ever initiate contact with him, but he bombards me with messages that break my heart and make me mad.
A part of me likes that he still loves me, although that will probably fade away eventually, but it makes me feel incredibly mad and guilty for trying to move on. Is it so wrong to want to be happy?
What to do?