Turning my back on the truest, purest love that I have ever encountered. I have come across nothing… nothing, that comes close to describing how powerful it was. I was severely depressed at the time and he was far, far away. Not being able to be with him was torturing me because I didn’t feel like I would ever get to be with him. For some fucked up reason, which I will never understand now, I chose to end it. I believed at the time it would help me heal if I had nothing to look forward to. That, I thought, would be better than knowing he was out there and believing I would never get to be with him.
It was the biggest mistake of my life and I will never get over it. I still think about it. I ruined him and I hate myself for it. I turned the most beautiful human being into something who will probably never trust anyone again.
I hope I’m wrong. I hope that he does love someone again, someone he can find who deserves him. Who wouldn’t do something as stupid and fucked up as I did to him. Because if he is able to… That person will be one of the luckiest people alive and their life will be filled with love and meaning. He was such a beautiful person.
I hate myself for hurting him. I can not get over it and I don’t believe that I ever will. It’s been years and there are still some days that I can barely function when I think of it. I hurt myself, which was stupid, but I can deal with that. I’m just paranoid that I ruined him.
And I think… If he saw me now, knew I was still focused on the situation… It hurts so badly, because he would probably laugh. By doing what I did, he believed that I lied all along about who I was and what I wanted and how much I loved him. I didn’t lie. I just didn’t know how to handle my depression.
I tried contacting him once, after a couple of years had gone by. He made it absolutely clear how much he hated me. I cried, but overall, I didn’t blame him. Then I hated myself for contacting him and trying to get him to understand… Because I put him through it all over again. His mind was made up about me. I told him, “I know you hate me and I don’t blame you. But I hate myself more than you ever will.”
Nothing makes it better. No matter how I look at it. Yeah, yeah… It’s a love gone wrong story. Original, I know. But… I just haven’t felt anything like it since then. I don’t believe that it’s because I ruined love for myself, due to my self hatred – I just believe it’s because people like him are so few and far between that I will never find that kind of love again.