Friends. That's how we started off.

7/24/12

I recently read over my old Skype conversations with 'him' starting back 3 months.

I found myself foolishly smiling and then I read that I didn't want to talk to him anymore. Stupid.

I told him if he found himself wanting to speak to me, he could.

He always talked to me first.

It was cute and nice.

I seemed friendly and like a normal conversation to have, it was like we were just best friends. Cute.

Something in our conversations changed.

There were 'I love you' written a lot.

We were dating. Finally.

Things looked good for the first 3 weeks of threads that signified our relationship.

Then July 7th came around. Shit.

It was our first real problem and the source of all problems leading up to now.

He became vague and distant, uninterested at the most.

The conversations were started by me and seemed to crave attention.

He thought I was cheating on him.

The love was gone. Down.

I worried that I was becoming obsessive but he said nothing.

I continued on as I thought was 'normal.'

He drifted farther.

More problems rose up. Ugh.

There was a lack of communication between us and nobody said anything for a while.

There were barely 10 sentences said a day.

The 'I love you' seemed more forced than flowing.

Then came today. No.

The confessions slipped out easily and tears flowed just the same.

My obsessive nature was revealed and a hurt curled in my heart.

He wanted to break up with me but yet he didn't.

The confusion was too much, painful, confusing, and saddening. Over?

I sent a text telling 'him' I would let him be for a while.

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