“I have to end this,” he said.
“Why?” I asked.
“I got it all wrong, I was not in love with her.”
This is an article from a young man who recently realised that his relationship was a lie. Here is what he has to say:
Love is one of those basic needs that everyone desires, even though few would admit it. The need to care for one and have them care back in equal measure is as old as time itself. Not everyone finds it. Some find it then lose it on the way. For others who find it, it’s till death does them part.These are the ‘lucky few’.
I thought I was in the latter group. I found a girl who for some reason I would never understand saw something in me. Something that I wasn’t aware of myself. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. She was beautiful, intelligent as they came, the most caring individual I ever met in my life and she loved me. I thought I loved her too. I loved hanging out with her, talking to her, and meeting her circle of friends.
However with time I realized that I was lying to myself. I would start ignoring her calls and making up excuses not to meet up with her. That is when I realized I wasn’t in love with her, but with the idea of being in love. Burning out of the passion, unrelatable preferences acting up, you call it what you will. What I know is that the relationship wasn’t what I had in mind when we started dating. Maybe I am just a romantic.
You will be surprised how often this scenario pans out in life. One thinks that they have found the one and tell their partner as much. It doesn’t always work out as I found out myself.
But hey, That’s no reason to lose hope, now is it?