ugh

it's ironic that my last post was on valentine's day.
since my heart is now broken and our relationship is over.

i never thought i could be this sad.
not to mention, shocked.
my heart honestly feels like it is breaking, and i can only hope it is breaking open.

we were doing great.
i was falling more in love with him every day.
and then it was over.
so fast it took me a couple of days to really take it in.
for the 3 days after, i would wake up every morning and realize i was not waking up from a bad dream, and my heart would break all over again.

the only short explanation is that we want different things,
or perhaps the timing is off in our own respective timelines so that we will never be in the same place at the same time.

i would have done anything for him, if he would have let me.
but he couldn't.
because then we wouldn't be equal partners in this relationship.

and the part that hurts the most, is that he's right.
not to mention that i feel he couldn't or wouldn't try harder for me or for himself.
that he didn't love me enough to want to make this work.
and that is on him. and will continue to be on him until he decides what is truly important to him.

the fact of the matter is,
i have been slowly chipping away at the parts of myself that make me the woman i am.
the part of me that wants to be taken care of.
and to build a life with someone who i can trust to do their part.
i was willing to shift the pieces of my life so that they fit into his.
because i loved him enough to be with him in any way that i could.
but that is not ok. and now that it is on the page in front of me i can see how wrong it truly was of me to do that.

it wasn't that i was making myself smaller, because that is not the case.
i definitely had a voice and was heard in this relationship.
i felt honored.
and when i was hurt or disappointed i would say something and he would react positively.
i was more of a woman in this relationship than i have ever been.
and i am proud of that.
but i was getting tired of always having to ask to be taken care of.
it made things hard and more work than they needed to be.
the part of the valentine's day story i left out is that i had been asking for flowers for months by the time i got those roses on v-day.
i was teaching him how to treat me like a woman.
when i should have been treated to that from the start.

that may be why this has happened.
because he knows what i want and deserve, and he knows he can't do it.
even though i am now beginning to find that infuriating.
he knew where i stood and knew he couldn't meet me there when the time would come that he should.

i don't know.
maybe me trying to reason this through is my way of processing this breakup,
and the fact that we are not getting back together.

it's hard to understand how this could be real.

but it is real.
and my pain is real.
and it hurts.
and it will hurt.
every day.
until one day it doesn't.
i desperately wish there was something wrong between us.
that we were having problems or fighting or that we simply didn't like or love each other any more.
it would feel like it made so much more sense.
but that is not the case. and now that i think about it, me trying to understand why this has happened is helping me see that it actually makes a lot of sense.

my fear is that i will lose him completely.
i sincerely hope that we are both friends when we get to the other side of this.
because right now i can't imagine not having him in my life in some real way.
losing my friend is what i was afraid of when we began this journey together.
and i would hate to realize my dream when there is still so much love between us.

time will tell.
and as much as i hate to think it, space will help too. i only hope that we can be around each other without one of us (me) breaking down.
i have a shitty poker face, and have never been good about hiding my feelings.
as he says, let's see what happens.