I’ve ended it but it doesn’t feel like it’s over. Something is missing. I wish he would come back and tell me I’m not a lost cause, tell me we can fix it. I want him to tell me he wants to get to know me, he wants to keep trying, and he likes me too much to let me go. So, let us try for a little bit longer until it feels right.
I might just be in love with the thought of him trying. The thought that someone actually wants to get to know me despite my debilitating anxiety. I can get better, I promise. You’d like me if you knew me.
But you only date if they're going to be your forever person. Could I be that? Do I want to be that?
I just wish you wanted to know me.