I read this in my diary, “I think I loved him as an idea, but not as a flesh and blood human being that he truly was.” I was referring to the first guy I ever dated for a period of time. Before him, I only went out with a guy on one date and fell in love with another guy who didn’t love me back.
At the start of the relationship, I was so excited that I finally met someone who liked me back. I thought that was it. I liked him and he liked me, end of story. Happily ever after. Roll the credits.
But we broke up.
I fell in love with the idea of having a boyfriend. I fell in love with the idea of falling in love. There was nothing wrong with him. There was nothing wrong with us. But there was nothing right either.
More Love. That’s it:
- I Stopped Blaming Myself for Other People’s Choices
- I Will Never Be Scarred
- Imagined Conversation: I Like You
- Snippets of Love
- The Kalamay Effect
- Where are the real love stories?
- Why Can’t I Accept the Fact that I Didn’t Love Him?
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