Gotta love breakups.

Yeah. As the title implies, this isn’t exactly related to the main theme of this blog. It’s just a personal post because it’s my blog and I can vent here. So there.

/Begin emo post.

Love sucks. Period.

I’ve been seeing this guy for two years, and I’ve known him longer than that. It wasn’t an easy relationship. His work schedule was so crazy that we usually never got to see each other or even talk to one another. There were times when we’d go for weeks, even months without talking. It was a painful relationship, but I loved him, so I was willing to put up with it. To me, suffering through the long distance relationship was worth it because sometime in the future we would be able to be together, even if we had to wait. That was the decision that I made.

But lately, it happened again. We lost touch with one another. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. Soon, it had already been four months since we last were able to get together and spend time with each other. And I was going through a very emotional point of my life. I wanted to talk to him so bad, but I couldn’t. There was no one I could turn to, because my friends wouldn’t want to hear about all of my stresses, and my family situation is…unusual, to say the least.

So he made his decision.

Last night, he cut off the relationship. He sent me an email, telling me that I was a great girl and all of this stuff that he never would have told me if we were sitting face-to-face. He said that he couldn’t stand how bad he was hurting me, and that he knew he had to end the relationship because he knew that I was suffering and that he was just making things worse, and that stressed him out and made him feel bad in response. Ugh…Why does it have to happen all at once like this? I loved the man, even if it was true that he didn’t treat me as an ideal boyfriend would. I really loved him. I wanted to wait. And now it’s gone.  All gone.

/End emo post.