Let me quickly say that 2011 was a much better year than 2010. I knew happiness. I knew giddiness. I knew the joy of coming home to someone who was happy to see me. I knew the warmth of his arms and his bed. The feeling of belonging, if only for the short time I was home. But the bad also happened; falling out of friendships, in particular. Friends from back home, from Arizona. A lot of ups and downs in the relationships, but he was the one constant; he, who made my day brighter with just a hello.
But 2012 came, and things have changed. I now feel abandoned. And there's no lonelier thing in the world in loving someone who doesn't love you back. And yes, I do believe I'm in love with him. And when I'm by his side, I feel as if he could love me, too. The constant hand-holding, the kisses, the way he holds me in bed. But he's as dismissive as he's considerate; things are never meant to be perfect. And he didn't call on Valentine's day. But he took me on an elaborate date-day as soon as I came home. It's a constant roller coaster of emotions this year. Last year, I never doubted that he thought about me. This year, well, it's been 5 days since our last communication. What am I supposed to think? I have no idea anymore what he does when I'm not around. He doesn't tell me. It's as if he doesn't want to share his life with me. Nor does he care what I do with my life. Never a question, rarely a comment. When I called him about my crashed hard drive, his response was mostly in reprimands and an abrupt goodbye.
The problem is, I don't feel as if I could, should, talk to anyone about this. It's such a weird relationship, after all. I'm not sure exactly how I should feel.
But, I think it's time something changed. I can't take this oppressive depression that befalls me every time he ignores me. I can't read stupid Nora Roberts novels because it depresses me that people fall in love so easily and I can't. I can't stop crying over the fact that I'm still alone, after all this time. People are starting their lives all around me, and I feel as if I'm stuck in Purgatory. I understand the pathetic nature of my lament, and I reprimand friends who feel the way I feel now, but I can't prevent the depressive onset.
I've barely eaten all day, and while that's wonderful for my figure, I know the harm.
I know what I have to do, but I'm a coward. I've always been a coward; afraid to hurt, afraid to change, afraid to lose. Please let me find the strength to do what I have to do, to save myself.
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