Superfly Sister
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Hey guys, I need some advice. This is going to be quite long as I want to get all the details out there, so please be patient, I apologise in advance.
So, there’s this guy that I used to date when I was 18 were where together for about 2 years. I first spotted him when I used to go in to Starbucks for a coffee on my way to school when I was 16-17 then. I knew he was a fair bit older than me but I admit I used to go in just so I could look at him
Then he took another job at another branch, at this point I was in 18 in full time employment. Cut a long story short he sussed out that I liked him, he asked me out and we were together for about 2 years.
Towards the end I sensed a change in him towards me, I knew things were coming to an end but I was so completely and utterly besotted with him that I found it hard to let go. Eventually, he did that for me telling me that he loved me to pieces and how special I was to him and that he cared about me. He loved me but he wasn’t in love with me basically. It was really hard to take, it was my first serious relationship coming to an end and I will admit I didn’t quite handle myself as well as I should have. I got made at him, I still text him to ask how he was and made excuses to see him i.e. suggesting we meet up so I can get my belongings back from him.
Then I gave up, I was heartbroken and devastated. It took me a very, very long time to get over the fact that he didn’t want me anymore and he was suddenly no longer in my life. I wish I could tell you this guy was an ******* and that he lied to me, led me astray etc but the truth is, he did none of those things. When we broke up I wanted to cuss and b!tch him out so bad but I had no material to work with, so eventually I just concluded that I was no longer good enough for him and he wanted something more and it just wasn’t with me. More time passed and I just didn’t hate him at all and thought of him quite fondly. I wish I could explain it fully but he left a real lasting impression on my life, some kind of influence, it’s really quite hard for me to find the words. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not putting this guy on a pedestal or anything but he was really special and in a way he raised the bar in what I wanted from future relationships as well as teach me the lesson not to hang around someone who doesn’t want you the same way as you want them.
As I said I always thought of him fondly, I hoped he was happy. About 3 years ago I checked his Facebook profile, I had no intention of contacting him, I was to scared of the rejection but I always said to myself, if he were to contact me I’d spare him some time. He was with someone after all and he seemed happy and I didn’t want to intrude on that so I let it go. Last March I had another look on his profile and saw that he was engaged. I wasn’t bitter, I was more happy that he found someone that he felt he could spend his life with.
However, last May he made contact with me through Facebook. We started sending private messages back and forth for a day or two. He asked if I could meet him for dinner so I backed off, then he send a friend request which I thought was quite keen, when I accepted he said ‘is that a yes then?’ I said I’d get back to him. That night he text me asking if I had the same number I responded he replied back asking if he could call for a chat, we ended up chatting on the phone for 3 hours that night. I have to admit, I REALLY did like being at the receiving end of his keeness to see me. A lot!
When I eventually saw him a week and half later (I was buying time)… when I saw for the first time, he was so much more gorgeous than the last time I saw him, I guess 7 or so years looks good on him
I was so nervous at first but within an hour it was like nothing had changed. I’ll admit I stayed over at his that night, I don’t usually do that kind of thing but I can’t say I regret it.
I’ll say at this point I knew that his engagement had come to an end. I didn’t want to pry in his business and I wasn’t under any impression that he wanted something serious from me, I was in a different place and I was fine with keeping things light and casual. In a way I was guarded and had reservations because I was so scared he’d hurt me again but I didn’t want to loose out on the opportunity of not having him in my life again. We would see each other a few times a week, spend hours talking about anything and everything, we’d go out, we’d cook for one another and this was what were doing for a couple of months. I gave him his space, respected his schedule and commitments, never made any demands from him. I never had any expectations either,
Fast-forward to the beginning of this year, he’d just comeback from a 3 week trip to visit his family, the day after he came back we met up for dinner, he told me all about his time away. The same type of evening as it has been in the past, except this time right after sex as we were falling asleep in each others arms he tells me that he feels like, after 10 years it’s time for him to go home, he wants to be there for his niece and nephew and be a part of their life and wants them to get to know him. He also felt like there was nothing keeping him here anymore. I guess at that moment I was pretty unresponsive, but a day or two later it really hit me like a train that he was thinking of leaving and again I’d be in that place where I would never see him again.
We still carried on seeing one another, on valentine’s night he was working and he apologised and we met up the next night. It was so awkward, he made me dinner, bought me champagne and a present, I really didn’t expect that to do that and I spent about a prior fortnight trying to decide whether or not to get him something so I decided not to because I assumed that’s not what we were doing.
The next time I saw him he brought up moving back again, I could sense so much sadness in what he was saying, I could see it in his eyes he was talking about it being like a grieving process. He was saying that he was find it difficult to let go of the people he cared about in order to move back, I could really see it was taking it’s toll on him and it was breaking my heart. At the same time I wanted to tell him, well I kind of feel the same way because I’m devastated that you’re wanting to go, gutted that there’s nothing for you here anymore and I give a **** about what you’re going through, my heart was so heavy over the situation and it pained me that I could be loosing him. But I didn’t because I didn’t want to add to his grief and I just listened to him, I offered advice when I felt necessary and told him I was ALWAYS here for him and I cared about him so so much.
I saw him about a fortnight later, I was so busy with work and other commitments as was he and we couldn’t co-ordinate meeting up. We met up for a drink and a catch up, as always I was really looking forward to seeing him. Our evening was going pretty swell until he said he wanted to speak to me about something. What he said was that he has a lot of things going on, things he’s struggling, a lot of things on his mind that he wanted to sort out. He said that he loves seeing me and being around me, he’s enjoyed spending the past several months getting to know me but he wants to get to know me better. He said the sex was amazing/fantastic but sometimes it’s too much and too intense and he wanted to cool things off there for a while. He loves me and respects me and loves having me in his life but yeah, we needed to slow down on sex.
Hmm… well, I honestly didn’t know what to think. For a start, I kind of objected to him telling me this in public, two, I didn’t expect him to pull away from me so soon (he wanted to move back by next June). So, I said to him that I valued him as a person, a great great friend over and above being intimate with him and in all honesty he's the one of the most wonderful people I've had the pleasure if knowing through out my whole life. I sensed he was going through something and the last thing I wanted to do was complicate things further. But I cared for him, thought the world of him, I respected his feelings and that I was cool with it. A few days later I sent him an email saying I appreciated his honesty and for the time being I was going to not contact him or see him as frequently but I was always here for him if he needed me. I said it wasn’t indefinite but we needed time apart, time for him to sort out whatever it was he was going through really.
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So, there’s this guy that I used to date when I was 18 were where together for about 2 years. I first spotted him when I used to go in to Starbucks for a coffee on my way to school when I was 16-17 then. I knew he was a fair bit older than me but I admit I used to go in just so I could look at him
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Towards the end I sensed a change in him towards me, I knew things were coming to an end but I was so completely and utterly besotted with him that I found it hard to let go. Eventually, he did that for me telling me that he loved me to pieces and how special I was to him and that he cared about me. He loved me but he wasn’t in love with me basically. It was really hard to take, it was my first serious relationship coming to an end and I will admit I didn’t quite handle myself as well as I should have. I got made at him, I still text him to ask how he was and made excuses to see him i.e. suggesting we meet up so I can get my belongings back from him.
Then I gave up, I was heartbroken and devastated. It took me a very, very long time to get over the fact that he didn’t want me anymore and he was suddenly no longer in my life. I wish I could tell you this guy was an ******* and that he lied to me, led me astray etc but the truth is, he did none of those things. When we broke up I wanted to cuss and b!tch him out so bad but I had no material to work with, so eventually I just concluded that I was no longer good enough for him and he wanted something more and it just wasn’t with me. More time passed and I just didn’t hate him at all and thought of him quite fondly. I wish I could explain it fully but he left a real lasting impression on my life, some kind of influence, it’s really quite hard for me to find the words. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not putting this guy on a pedestal or anything but he was really special and in a way he raised the bar in what I wanted from future relationships as well as teach me the lesson not to hang around someone who doesn’t want you the same way as you want them.
As I said I always thought of him fondly, I hoped he was happy. About 3 years ago I checked his Facebook profile, I had no intention of contacting him, I was to scared of the rejection but I always said to myself, if he were to contact me I’d spare him some time. He was with someone after all and he seemed happy and I didn’t want to intrude on that so I let it go. Last March I had another look on his profile and saw that he was engaged. I wasn’t bitter, I was more happy that he found someone that he felt he could spend his life with.
However, last May he made contact with me through Facebook. We started sending private messages back and forth for a day or two. He asked if I could meet him for dinner so I backed off, then he send a friend request which I thought was quite keen, when I accepted he said ‘is that a yes then?’ I said I’d get back to him. That night he text me asking if I had the same number I responded he replied back asking if he could call for a chat, we ended up chatting on the phone for 3 hours that night. I have to admit, I REALLY did like being at the receiving end of his keeness to see me. A lot!
When I eventually saw him a week and half later (I was buying time)… when I saw for the first time, he was so much more gorgeous than the last time I saw him, I guess 7 or so years looks good on him
![Lol :lol: :lol:](/smilies/lol.gif)
I’ll say at this point I knew that his engagement had come to an end. I didn’t want to pry in his business and I wasn’t under any impression that he wanted something serious from me, I was in a different place and I was fine with keeping things light and casual. In a way I was guarded and had reservations because I was so scared he’d hurt me again but I didn’t want to loose out on the opportunity of not having him in my life again. We would see each other a few times a week, spend hours talking about anything and everything, we’d go out, we’d cook for one another and this was what were doing for a couple of months. I gave him his space, respected his schedule and commitments, never made any demands from him. I never had any expectations either,
Fast-forward to the beginning of this year, he’d just comeback from a 3 week trip to visit his family, the day after he came back we met up for dinner, he told me all about his time away. The same type of evening as it has been in the past, except this time right after sex as we were falling asleep in each others arms he tells me that he feels like, after 10 years it’s time for him to go home, he wants to be there for his niece and nephew and be a part of their life and wants them to get to know him. He also felt like there was nothing keeping him here anymore. I guess at that moment I was pretty unresponsive, but a day or two later it really hit me like a train that he was thinking of leaving and again I’d be in that place where I would never see him again.
We still carried on seeing one another, on valentine’s night he was working and he apologised and we met up the next night. It was so awkward, he made me dinner, bought me champagne and a present, I really didn’t expect that to do that and I spent about a prior fortnight trying to decide whether or not to get him something so I decided not to because I assumed that’s not what we were doing.
The next time I saw him he brought up moving back again, I could sense so much sadness in what he was saying, I could see it in his eyes he was talking about it being like a grieving process. He was saying that he was find it difficult to let go of the people he cared about in order to move back, I could really see it was taking it’s toll on him and it was breaking my heart. At the same time I wanted to tell him, well I kind of feel the same way because I’m devastated that you’re wanting to go, gutted that there’s nothing for you here anymore and I give a **** about what you’re going through, my heart was so heavy over the situation and it pained me that I could be loosing him. But I didn’t because I didn’t want to add to his grief and I just listened to him, I offered advice when I felt necessary and told him I was ALWAYS here for him and I cared about him so so much.
I saw him about a fortnight later, I was so busy with work and other commitments as was he and we couldn’t co-ordinate meeting up. We met up for a drink and a catch up, as always I was really looking forward to seeing him. Our evening was going pretty swell until he said he wanted to speak to me about something. What he said was that he has a lot of things going on, things he’s struggling, a lot of things on his mind that he wanted to sort out. He said that he loves seeing me and being around me, he’s enjoyed spending the past several months getting to know me but he wants to get to know me better. He said the sex was amazing/fantastic but sometimes it’s too much and too intense and he wanted to cool things off there for a while. He loves me and respects me and loves having me in his life but yeah, we needed to slow down on sex.
Hmm… well, I honestly didn’t know what to think. For a start, I kind of objected to him telling me this in public, two, I didn’t expect him to pull away from me so soon (he wanted to move back by next June). So, I said to him that I valued him as a person, a great great friend over and above being intimate with him and in all honesty he's the one of the most wonderful people I've had the pleasure if knowing through out my whole life. I sensed he was going through something and the last thing I wanted to do was complicate things further. But I cared for him, thought the world of him, I respected his feelings and that I was cool with it. A few days later I sent him an email saying I appreciated his honesty and for the time being I was going to not contact him or see him as frequently but I was always here for him if he needed me. I said it wasn’t indefinite but we needed time apart, time for him to sort out whatever it was he was going through really.
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