Hello evryone,
I'm new on this forum, I find it really great. I'm French and I don't think we have anything like that in France. And I find it cool to tell my story in English, it may sounds better :rolleyes:
So, I'm 22 years old, I had some good friends when I was a child, some of them betrayed me and year after year it became really difficult to me to trust someone. And I had never had a boyfriend, well appart a little lovestory when I was 8 years old, but I don't think it really counts :laugh:
And one day, I met him. He was nice, he was good looking, he was the best guy I ever met. I felt in love, I did everything I could to attract his attention on me, and I don't know why, it worked and we dated.
It was nice, I never thought it could be so great to be with a guy. For the first time of my life, I had someone to care about, someone to whom I could think. I really loved him, with all the tederness I had and all my patience.
But of course, something was going wrong. My boyfriend had planed for a long time to go to the United States, at the University of Arizona to pursue his studies. He has almost always be honest with me and told me that it was impossible to continue our love story when he would be in Arizona.
But I believed so hard...
And then it came, the day he left me.
It was a few weeks before he was living France to go to Arizona. I was moving in another city of France, and we wouldn't see anymore.
And he told me "I think we have to stop". And everything stoped. Many months later I saw this South Park series where Stan's girlfriend leaves him and he says that he had always thought it was stupid to think about "broken hearts", but that he now believed it wasn't. And it is exactly that.
It's like everything has been broken this day.
It has been more than one year and a half now.
I know he survived, he had a great time in Arizona. He came back to France and now he is searching for a job, and I did what I could to help him.
Because somewhere I know I still love him.
We are living in two different cities, but it would take us less than one hour to see us. And now, I can't live anymore with him so near and us nomore together.
I just want everything to stop, because it hurts so much. I never wanted to stop everything so bad.
Well, I don't know if it is the right place to tell this kind of stories, but if someone has an advice, or could give me good reasons to don't stop everything, it would be great.
I think, I would like to survive.
Thanks.
I'm new on this forum, I find it really great. I'm French and I don't think we have anything like that in France. And I find it cool to tell my story in English, it may sounds better :rolleyes:
So, I'm 22 years old, I had some good friends when I was a child, some of them betrayed me and year after year it became really difficult to me to trust someone. And I had never had a boyfriend, well appart a little lovestory when I was 8 years old, but I don't think it really counts :laugh:
And one day, I met him. He was nice, he was good looking, he was the best guy I ever met. I felt in love, I did everything I could to attract his attention on me, and I don't know why, it worked and we dated.
It was nice, I never thought it could be so great to be with a guy. For the first time of my life, I had someone to care about, someone to whom I could think. I really loved him, with all the tederness I had and all my patience.
But of course, something was going wrong. My boyfriend had planed for a long time to go to the United States, at the University of Arizona to pursue his studies. He has almost always be honest with me and told me that it was impossible to continue our love story when he would be in Arizona.
But I believed so hard...
And then it came, the day he left me.
It was a few weeks before he was living France to go to Arizona. I was moving in another city of France, and we wouldn't see anymore.
And he told me "I think we have to stop". And everything stoped. Many months later I saw this South Park series where Stan's girlfriend leaves him and he says that he had always thought it was stupid to think about "broken hearts", but that he now believed it wasn't. And it is exactly that.
It's like everything has been broken this day.
It has been more than one year and a half now.
I know he survived, he had a great time in Arizona. He came back to France and now he is searching for a job, and I did what I could to help him.
Because somewhere I know I still love him.
We are living in two different cities, but it would take us less than one hour to see us. And now, I can't live anymore with him so near and us nomore together.
I just want everything to stop, because it hurts so much. I never wanted to stop everything so bad.
Well, I don't know if it is the right place to tell this kind of stories, but if someone has an advice, or could give me good reasons to don't stop everything, it would be great.
I think, I would like to survive.
Thanks.
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