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So I recently got out of a long distance relationship.
I'll start with how we met and when things got serious, finally I'll explain how things ended.
So, like I said, this was a long distance relationship.
One day, I was at college, and for some reason me and a few friends decided to go on omegle behind one laptop during class, after a while we eventually stumbled into a class from norway doing the same thing. We ended up talking for a bit and after everyone got sent back to their seats by the teacher I was left behind my laptop talking to this girl. we ended up hitting it off and having similar opinions and such. One thing that was remarkable is that we shared the same day of birth, all be it a different year, she was two years younger, 16 at the time.
I ended up adding her on skype and from there things kicked off. Long nights of skyping, endless talking, flirting late at night and things continued on from there. After about a year of talking to eachother online, she eventually came to visit me in amsterdam, she stayed at mine for four nights and things grew from there.
Lets keep it serious though. She declared her love for me when she was in amsterdam and I wasnt sure how to respond to it, I clearly had feelings for this girl but being the fuck that i was i told i saw her more as a friend. Not a nice thing to say after you just spent four nights together. so, she was upset, i felt like a cunt and explained that I didn't mean what I said. things were okay and she returned home.
We kept talking and things were a little weird at first but I knew she loved me, and it felt great. I still wasnt sure of my feelings towards her at this point and felt like I should break it off because I didnt want to hurt her.
A couple of months later I ended up visiting her in Germany and we stayed together in an apartment for about a week. I ended up meeting her family and had an absolute blast even though it was freezing outside, but honestly, there is no better feeling then walking through snow and freezing cold winds and having a girl that loves you cling to you for warmth.
At this point I started to feel more and more for her, it was only until I left germany and was back in amsterdam that I realised I loved this girl. I felt like an idiot for not realising it sooner and being able to tell it to her face to face when i was in germany. Regardless, the night I got back in amsterdam, I called her up and told her I loved her. And the smile on her face, I remember it still, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. From then on she was stuck in my mind.
Fast forward a few months, I visit her in norway, where the other side of her family lives. She introduces me to her friends and we stay comfortably at her house for about two weeks. During my stay in norway is the first time where some real friction starts, she gets mad at me for not doing some of the things she asked me to do while she went to school. Alright, I can be irresponsible, and very forgetfull. I apologise in sincerity and genuinely feel bad for not doing what she asked and we move on.
A few days after that were uneasy, she was still pissed at me and me being the pampered man child that I was stumbled and fumbled into doing these day to day chores that I didnt have to do in the past. I might exaggerate a little bit here, but honestly, I won't deny that I was a lazy, forgetful sloth like being at the time.
so anyway, things return to normal after I start taking some responsibility for myself and start behaving more like an adult and the last few days are great, just watching TV series, cooking, lying in bed together. I return to Amsterdam and feel great about the time I spent in norway.
Fucking norway man, honestly, if you haven't been there before, get your ass over there, its beautiful.
So yeah, I'm getting carried away in reminiscence at the moment, thinking of the good times.
Anyway, I return home, fast forwarding a few months she comes to amsterdam again, this is the last time I'll see her, we enjoy ourselves but don't really do anything significant, it was a long stay, (18 days) and I didn't really prepare any activities, we did some things but most of the time we were at home or just in the city.
So she leaves on a good note and returns to germany, things are all good, until they aren't, contact becomes less and less and conversations become one sided, I try to get her on skype but she claims to be too busy, now, she was very busy, i won't go into detail but I know she had alot going on. So I tolerate it, until at one point I start feeling neglected, I confront her on her behaviour and get called paranoid. At that point I didn't know how to respond, I felt like I wasn't being unreasonable, asking to skype once or twice per week. It was at this point that I decided that if she wanted to talk to me, she'd send me a message, the past week had been me always initiating conversation, which isn't a great feeling. So I left it alone for a while.
Commence the worst 3 days of my life.
Day 1, I go to the gym, work out my frustrations, hang out with friends, and only worry slightly, my friends tell me it'll be fine.
Day 2, I start to worry, we usually speak quite frequently, why wouldn't she send a message yet?
Day 3, At this point im preparing for the worst, in desperation I call up an old friend and talk about whats going on, he assures me it could be nothing to worry about.
Day 4, I'm tired of this game, I send her a message saying we need to talk about whats going on, she agrees and says the words that made me feel like the most worthless man on earth: "we need to talk about our relationship"
its now the evening of day 4, and we talk on skype, I ask her if she wants to go first, airing her mind and say whats up. She refuses and wants me to go first, so I do.
I can tell already that something is wrong, the whole feel of the setting is unfamiliar.
I can't really bring myself to go into the details of the conversation, emotions ran wild for me.
She ended up breaking up with me, she no longer felt the way she did for me. Her love, was no more.
We didn't have any plans to move in together, it wasn't something we had our eyes on, she wanted to continue studying and I was actually quite comfortable with the relationship being the way it was.
Now here comes the cliche of long distance. It only works if you have something to work towards together. even then, its difficult.
So there it is, my first break up, I'm now 21, and have had One girlfriend, for three years I spoke to the same girl. It had its ups and downs, and I don't regret the time we spent together.
Its only been about a week since it happened, I still love her, she still appears in my dreams, I still cry, but I'm starting to realise that this was never going to last, there were no mistakes made, I didn't say the wrong things, things simply came to an end.
The process of writing down is one I would recommend to anyone struggling with a break up. You don't have to share your story with the world, I didn't share the complete story in the one I wrote above, there are some things that I want to keep to myself. But it are these memories that are what you end up with, it wasn't wasted time. I couldn't have hoped for a better first girlfriend.
She'll always have a special place in my heart.
I'll start with how we met and when things got serious, finally I'll explain how things ended.
So, like I said, this was a long distance relationship.
One day, I was at college, and for some reason me and a few friends decided to go on omegle behind one laptop during class, after a while we eventually stumbled into a class from norway doing the same thing. We ended up talking for a bit and after everyone got sent back to their seats by the teacher I was left behind my laptop talking to this girl. we ended up hitting it off and having similar opinions and such. One thing that was remarkable is that we shared the same day of birth, all be it a different year, she was two years younger, 16 at the time.
I ended up adding her on skype and from there things kicked off. Long nights of skyping, endless talking, flirting late at night and things continued on from there. After about a year of talking to eachother online, she eventually came to visit me in amsterdam, she stayed at mine for four nights and things grew from there.
Lets keep it serious though. She declared her love for me when she was in amsterdam and I wasnt sure how to respond to it, I clearly had feelings for this girl but being the fuck that i was i told i saw her more as a friend. Not a nice thing to say after you just spent four nights together. so, she was upset, i felt like a cunt and explained that I didn't mean what I said. things were okay and she returned home.
We kept talking and things were a little weird at first but I knew she loved me, and it felt great. I still wasnt sure of my feelings towards her at this point and felt like I should break it off because I didnt want to hurt her.
A couple of months later I ended up visiting her in Germany and we stayed together in an apartment for about a week. I ended up meeting her family and had an absolute blast even though it was freezing outside, but honestly, there is no better feeling then walking through snow and freezing cold winds and having a girl that loves you cling to you for warmth.
At this point I started to feel more and more for her, it was only until I left germany and was back in amsterdam that I realised I loved this girl. I felt like an idiot for not realising it sooner and being able to tell it to her face to face when i was in germany. Regardless, the night I got back in amsterdam, I called her up and told her I loved her. And the smile on her face, I remember it still, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. From then on she was stuck in my mind.
Fast forward a few months, I visit her in norway, where the other side of her family lives. She introduces me to her friends and we stay comfortably at her house for about two weeks. During my stay in norway is the first time where some real friction starts, she gets mad at me for not doing some of the things she asked me to do while she went to school. Alright, I can be irresponsible, and very forgetfull. I apologise in sincerity and genuinely feel bad for not doing what she asked and we move on.
A few days after that were uneasy, she was still pissed at me and me being the pampered man child that I was stumbled and fumbled into doing these day to day chores that I didnt have to do in the past. I might exaggerate a little bit here, but honestly, I won't deny that I was a lazy, forgetful sloth like being at the time.
so anyway, things return to normal after I start taking some responsibility for myself and start behaving more like an adult and the last few days are great, just watching TV series, cooking, lying in bed together. I return to Amsterdam and feel great about the time I spent in norway.
Fucking norway man, honestly, if you haven't been there before, get your ass over there, its beautiful.
So yeah, I'm getting carried away in reminiscence at the moment, thinking of the good times.
Anyway, I return home, fast forwarding a few months she comes to amsterdam again, this is the last time I'll see her, we enjoy ourselves but don't really do anything significant, it was a long stay, (18 days) and I didn't really prepare any activities, we did some things but most of the time we were at home or just in the city.
So she leaves on a good note and returns to germany, things are all good, until they aren't, contact becomes less and less and conversations become one sided, I try to get her on skype but she claims to be too busy, now, she was very busy, i won't go into detail but I know she had alot going on. So I tolerate it, until at one point I start feeling neglected, I confront her on her behaviour and get called paranoid. At that point I didn't know how to respond, I felt like I wasn't being unreasonable, asking to skype once or twice per week. It was at this point that I decided that if she wanted to talk to me, she'd send me a message, the past week had been me always initiating conversation, which isn't a great feeling. So I left it alone for a while.
Commence the worst 3 days of my life.
Day 1, I go to the gym, work out my frustrations, hang out with friends, and only worry slightly, my friends tell me it'll be fine.
Day 2, I start to worry, we usually speak quite frequently, why wouldn't she send a message yet?
Day 3, At this point im preparing for the worst, in desperation I call up an old friend and talk about whats going on, he assures me it could be nothing to worry about.
Day 4, I'm tired of this game, I send her a message saying we need to talk about whats going on, she agrees and says the words that made me feel like the most worthless man on earth: "we need to talk about our relationship"
its now the evening of day 4, and we talk on skype, I ask her if she wants to go first, airing her mind and say whats up. She refuses and wants me to go first, so I do.
I can tell already that something is wrong, the whole feel of the setting is unfamiliar.
I can't really bring myself to go into the details of the conversation, emotions ran wild for me.
She ended up breaking up with me, she no longer felt the way she did for me. Her love, was no more.
We didn't have any plans to move in together, it wasn't something we had our eyes on, she wanted to continue studying and I was actually quite comfortable with the relationship being the way it was.
Now here comes the cliche of long distance. It only works if you have something to work towards together. even then, its difficult.
So there it is, my first break up, I'm now 21, and have had One girlfriend, for three years I spoke to the same girl. It had its ups and downs, and I don't regret the time we spent together.
Its only been about a week since it happened, I still love her, she still appears in my dreams, I still cry, but I'm starting to realise that this was never going to last, there were no mistakes made, I didn't say the wrong things, things simply came to an end.
The process of writing down is one I would recommend to anyone struggling with a break up. You don't have to share your story with the world, I didn't share the complete story in the one I wrote above, there are some things that I want to keep to myself. But it are these memories that are what you end up with, it wasn't wasted time. I couldn't have hoped for a better first girlfriend.
She'll always have a special place in my heart.
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