As mentioned in a previous thread, my boyfriend and I have been on the rocks for a while.
Well, we finally met up and after an uncomfortable date, we sat down to some drinks and laid out why it isn’t working. We basically agreed with each other, and figured it would be best to end things now. It was businesslike and firm.
Then, over the course of the night, we fell wildly in love with each other. We had a lot of fun, amazing sex, spilled secrets, reminisced about the times we had together, giggled under the covers and gazed tenderly and longingly into each other’s eyes…just an amazing time. I’ve never felt so strongly attracted to someone, and I think I can say he felt that way, too. We realized all at once how very real what we had is, and how badly we wanted to be with each other. But we also knew that it wasn’t working before, and without big changes we were just going to run into the same problems. We just couldn’t think of how to make it work.
In the morning, we dragged it out, smiling through the tears and holding each other’s hands under the breakfast table. When we had to really, really say goodbye…it was awful. just awful. He’s as devastated as I am. It’s not what either one of us wanted, and it’s a terrible waste. It was like something out of a bad movie- the rain falling, the tears, the words of encouragement, passionate kisses, the declarations of love…and then we went our separate ways.
Now I’m here, listening to the sound of the rain. I didn’t think it’d be so damn gut-wrenching, and I’m just not sure what to do with myself. What a stupid situation.