Narco
January 3rd, 2015, 10:29 PM
Hey, so I've barely used this site, and haven't been on it since early 2014. But my friend told me it's a good place to let out feelings. So here it goes:
August 15th 2013 -
I decided to check out this site called Topix. I went on the Human Sexuality Forum. I then proceeded to scroll through the posts and add usernames to my Kik. One of the guys I added was different. Yes, I said guy. Anyway, instead of just asking for sexual pictures (which I don't do), he actually talked with me.
Months later -
From that moment, we talked every day, at almost every free moment we had. We knew almost everything about each other, and the conversation never ran dry. I suddenly realised one day that I had fallen for him. Hard. I had been honest with him from the start, so I thought it best to mention this. Little did I know, the same had happened to him. Then it got to our year anniversary of talking. We were stronger than ever. We'd been planning for a few months to meet each other eventually, for you see, I lived in England, whilst he America. A 5 hour time gap wasn't a problem for us.
So, why am I writing this thread? In October 2014, his gramps died. But he didn't seem different from it. I didn't know, nor did he tell me how much it had effected him. That's the issue with text.
Now to the present. Here I am, on the 4th of January 2015 at 3:15AM writing about how on New Years Day, he told me he had got into a relationship with this girl who'd recently got out of a long-term thing. He asked if we could still be friends though.
It felt as if my body was ripped and my heart shattered. For the first time in years, I cried that night. And not the cry that's loud and lets out emotion, but the cry that's silent and feels as if every tear is a part of your soul leaking out. After all this time of promises and declarations of love, he simply got with a girl. So, I asked him why. He replied that after his gramps did die, he felt disconnected. The only times he felt normal were talking to me, and when he was with this girl. He then said he'll understand if I never want to speak to him again.
Now I'm sitting here. I haven't eaten properly in what would be now 3 days, and I can't sleep properly. I've even been sick 3 times. Every where I go, I see him. Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, Kik, my phone contacts, Instagram, Snapchat, the lot. I don't want to lose contact with him, because I never have liked losing friends. But I don't think if I keep in communication with him that I'll move on. I haven't spoken to him. I haven't spoken to anyone. I'm not out, so I couldn't if I wanted. I don't hate him for what he did. But I don't think I can forgive him for how he did it.
Who knows what the future will bring?
There's probably details I'm missing, or I've just omitted because they feel private to me.
This isn't a cry for attention, but more a way to vent my feelings, and maybe (if you choose), to read other experiences, as learning something about someone is always most fascinating.
If anyone (and that anyone could be you), too the time to read this, then I thank you for looking at this part of my life.
August 15th 2013 -
I decided to check out this site called Topix. I went on the Human Sexuality Forum. I then proceeded to scroll through the posts and add usernames to my Kik. One of the guys I added was different. Yes, I said guy. Anyway, instead of just asking for sexual pictures (which I don't do), he actually talked with me.
Months later -
From that moment, we talked every day, at almost every free moment we had. We knew almost everything about each other, and the conversation never ran dry. I suddenly realised one day that I had fallen for him. Hard. I had been honest with him from the start, so I thought it best to mention this. Little did I know, the same had happened to him. Then it got to our year anniversary of talking. We were stronger than ever. We'd been planning for a few months to meet each other eventually, for you see, I lived in England, whilst he America. A 5 hour time gap wasn't a problem for us.
So, why am I writing this thread? In October 2014, his gramps died. But he didn't seem different from it. I didn't know, nor did he tell me how much it had effected him. That's the issue with text.
Now to the present. Here I am, on the 4th of January 2015 at 3:15AM writing about how on New Years Day, he told me he had got into a relationship with this girl who'd recently got out of a long-term thing. He asked if we could still be friends though.
It felt as if my body was ripped and my heart shattered. For the first time in years, I cried that night. And not the cry that's loud and lets out emotion, but the cry that's silent and feels as if every tear is a part of your soul leaking out. After all this time of promises and declarations of love, he simply got with a girl. So, I asked him why. He replied that after his gramps did die, he felt disconnected. The only times he felt normal were talking to me, and when he was with this girl. He then said he'll understand if I never want to speak to him again.
Now I'm sitting here. I haven't eaten properly in what would be now 3 days, and I can't sleep properly. I've even been sick 3 times. Every where I go, I see him. Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, Kik, my phone contacts, Instagram, Snapchat, the lot. I don't want to lose contact with him, because I never have liked losing friends. But I don't think if I keep in communication with him that I'll move on. I haven't spoken to him. I haven't spoken to anyone. I'm not out, so I couldn't if I wanted. I don't hate him for what he did. But I don't think I can forgive him for how he did it.
Who knows what the future will bring?
There's probably details I'm missing, or I've just omitted because they feel private to me.
This isn't a cry for attention, but more a way to vent my feelings, and maybe (if you choose), to read other experiences, as learning something about someone is always most fascinating.
If anyone (and that anyone could be you), too the time to read this, then I thank you for looking at this part of my life.