fp doesn't want me anymore
I've been in love with my fp for 4 years and he never loved me back but it was ok if I could just talk to him and be around him but like 3 weeks ago I freaked out at him bc he didn't respond to texts and he told me i had to be more chill and i was looking for too much contact and intimacy and he wanted to be casual friends but like basically only if i could not be crazy. and he said he wasn't sure if seeing each other in person was a good idea. but i don't really understand what he meant and how to be better and i've been avoiding texting him so he can see that i'm not crazy but every day feels like i'm dying i feel like i'm walking around with a masssive gaping wound and i love him and i want to tell him i love him and to just ask him what i can do that will make sure he still likes me and wants to be around him. all i want is him i love him and i dont know how i'm going to manage if i never see him again.
Hi @iLoveHim333
My advice would be to find someone else. I once obsessed with a guy that doesn’t love me back, he knows how much I love him and I don’t want anyone but him, but the way he treats me like I’m just a clingy desperate person and doesn’t bother to return the energy I spend for him makes me decide to love myself more by walk away.
I do still love him when I was on dating apps finding new potential love, but I met lots of amazing guys during that period. They like me, they cherish me, which makes me realized I’m worth to be loved deeply. Lots of guy would like to love me. Although the one that I love doesn’t love me, I can learn to love someone that love me for myself, without me begging for their attention and affection.
I’m married now to someone that loves me like I’m his world I never know I deserve this much of love. I love my husband too, I want to be his wife until the end of my life. Tbh I’m still wonder about the guy that I used to obsessed before— I even dreamed of him last night and sometimes I think my feeling for him is still there, neatly in a box I stored somewhere in my heart. I know I will never open that box anymore, but it would still exist as long as I’m still breathing.