So I liked this guy (first love) for seven years, and he knew from the start. He was trying to be nice, so he never said anything about it and just acted really normal around me... I had no idea he knew that I liked him from the start, and I was super tense about him anyway... I clammed up and acted like the 95% introvert that I am (around my closest friends I can be quite an extrovert, but when I'm not around them, but feel like I really have a connection with someone, I can be as much of a loser as anyone. Anyway, he was unpopular and I thought he was quite an individualist; so I did what most idealists do, I idealized about him. I made it out that he wanted to live outside of the 'box' of popularity, like me (I struggled with self-identity issues in the past, but had just now realized that I didn't want to be popular).
Side Note- I started liking him before I realized who I really was, and when I was wanting to be popular, then still liked him those last few years out of the full seven, when I didn't know quite who I was, but I knew I didn't want to be popular.
Anyway, I had made him out to be someone he really wasn't. In truth, he had always wanted to be popular, like I once did, but he acted on his wishes. I feel like he didn't take the time to really find himself, so he will truly never be happy with his-self, but then again, I could be very wrong, I pegged him wrong once, it could happen again, maybe many times again. He completely changed, becoming more of an extravert than I really thought he was. He started ignoring all his old friends, for the new, shiny, populars.
I felt like I was just a broken toy in his toy chest, while he had just gotten new ones, new ones that I felt didn't know him as well as all his old ones... If we're speaking metaphorically anyway.
Skip to months, maybe a year after he abandoned all his old friends. It was my birthday. He texted my best friend, telling her something like he missed me (he had her number because she is something of a popular). I told her to reply that he changed. So apparently he got really mad at me, and we really haven't talked since, and when we have, it's just been small talk. I heard he might've liked me last school year, but we never talked then either (It's been about two years since apparently 'I' ruined whatever we had). Then he suddenly got 'over' me (don't ask how I know this, it's too complicated).
I'm still not over him. I feel like if he had taken the time to really find his-self, we wouldn't have an issue. I don't know. Maybe I'm a control freak. I just miss who he used to be, or at least the daydream I had of him. Maybe I never really fell in love with him, but just some sort of perfect image I created of him. I feel like no matter what other guy comes into my life, the thought of him gets in the way of what could possibly be a chance to get over him. Do I have a right to feel so crappy about being abandoned? Do I have a right to be mad at him, or am I making a big deal out of nothing? Does he have a right to be mad at me? Am I being stuck up for ending our friendship whenever he started befriending populars (people who I wish I could see the good in, but I simply can't seem to anymore, I've just gotten sick of them in their shallowness and drama, etc. I want to see the good in them, like I used to, but they've simply burnt me out)? I just can't seem to sift through all of these loose cannon emotions on my own... Advice? Can anyone relate? Anyone?
Side Note- I started liking him before I realized who I really was, and when I was wanting to be popular, then still liked him those last few years out of the full seven, when I didn't know quite who I was, but I knew I didn't want to be popular.
Anyway, I had made him out to be someone he really wasn't. In truth, he had always wanted to be popular, like I once did, but he acted on his wishes. I feel like he didn't take the time to really find himself, so he will truly never be happy with his-self, but then again, I could be very wrong, I pegged him wrong once, it could happen again, maybe many times again. He completely changed, becoming more of an extravert than I really thought he was. He started ignoring all his old friends, for the new, shiny, populars.
I felt like I was just a broken toy in his toy chest, while he had just gotten new ones, new ones that I felt didn't know him as well as all his old ones... If we're speaking metaphorically anyway.
Skip to months, maybe a year after he abandoned all his old friends. It was my birthday. He texted my best friend, telling her something like he missed me (he had her number because she is something of a popular). I told her to reply that he changed. So apparently he got really mad at me, and we really haven't talked since, and when we have, it's just been small talk. I heard he might've liked me last school year, but we never talked then either (It's been about two years since apparently 'I' ruined whatever we had). Then he suddenly got 'over' me (don't ask how I know this, it's too complicated).
I'm still not over him. I feel like if he had taken the time to really find his-self, we wouldn't have an issue. I don't know. Maybe I'm a control freak. I just miss who he used to be, or at least the daydream I had of him. Maybe I never really fell in love with him, but just some sort of perfect image I created of him. I feel like no matter what other guy comes into my life, the thought of him gets in the way of what could possibly be a chance to get over him. Do I have a right to feel so crappy about being abandoned? Do I have a right to be mad at him, or am I making a big deal out of nothing? Does he have a right to be mad at me? Am I being stuck up for ending our friendship whenever he started befriending populars (people who I wish I could see the good in, but I simply can't seem to anymore, I've just gotten sick of them in their shallowness and drama, etc. I want to see the good in them, like I used to, but they've simply burnt me out)? I just can't seem to sift through all of these loose cannon emotions on my own... Advice? Can anyone relate? Anyone?