Why is this guy still on my mind?

Who knows? I let go easily because if it didn’t happen, it didn’t happen and I could move on. It didn’t matter why. I couldn’t change who I am and if it wasn’t a fit, so be it. First attractions may be one sided. It’s okay. Look ahead. Get busy doing something you like to do. If there’s someone out there for you, you’ll find him being yourself, not mooning over what might have been.

You haven’t processed the grief from losing him before. I am going through kind of the same thing myself, realizing the mistakes I made before. It’s hard, it may take a while, and be easy on yourself. And talk to close people not about him being on your mind, but whatever your reflection teaches you about yourself and how you are or were when you had a relationship that was important to you.

You’re attracted and curious, and may be until you give it a shot.

@knowitall what do you mean give it a shot? Give a shot to what?...

She means try it.

She means bang his brains out and see if his brainless self is still attractive or words to that effect

If he has made it clear that you aren’t the one for him, I honestly can’t think of a worse thing for you to do.

He would likely be happy to use you for sex but where would that leave you then? More stuck on him than before.

There’s a book you should read and I guarantee it will make you feel a whole lot better.

(Ignore the movie of the same name. It’s garbage.)

The book is “He’s Just Not That Into You”. The guy who wrote it gives a brutally honest insight into what goes on in guys minds. It will answer your Qs better than anything else.

Read this poem all the way through:

Slowly
by Donna Masini

I watched a snake once, swallow a rabbit.
Fourth grade, the reptile zoo
the rabbit stiff, nose in, bits of litter stuck to its fur,

its head clenched in the wide
jaws of the snake, the snake
sucking t down its long throat.

All throat that snake—I couldn’t tell
where the throat ended, the body
began. I remember the glass

case, the way that snake
took its time (all the girls, groaning, shrieking
but weren’t we amazed, fascinated,

saying we couldn’t look, but looking, weren’t we
held there, weren’t we
imagining—what were we imagining?)

Mrs. Peterson urged us to move on girls,
but we couldn’t move. It was like
watching a fern unfurl, a minute

hand move across a clock. I didn’t know why
the snake didn’t choke, the rabbit never
moved, how the jaws kept opening

wider, sucking it down, just so
I am taking this in, slowly,
taking it into my body:

this grief. How slow
the body is to realize.
You are never coming back.

@zenvelo i would really like to understand this poem i feel like i kinda do deep but i don’T like its not coming to the surface of my mind… can you explain please ?

@Mp123 The author is comparing the swallowing of one’s grief (the acceptance and incorporation of the grief) to the visualization of a snake swallowing a rabbit. The rabbit will finally be consumed by the snake, but is hard to swallow and leave s a lump.

Acceptance of the grief of losing a love is also hard to swallow and leaves a lump for a long time until it finally gets digested.

@zenvelo oww thank you :) you explained it so well! thank you !! :)