Maybe I Was Just a Chapter..
Writing this here maybe because I’m asking for advice, but more out of frustration with life and the people I’ve dated.
Last year, I met this guy overseas. We kept in contact and eventually became really close. Later on, he got a work visa and moved to Oceania for work. We would talk a lot about his new life there, the people, the culture, and everything he was experiencing.
For him, I was probably one of the first people he got really close to. I never expected much from the start because realistically, we came from completely different worlds. Still, somewhere along the way, feelings naturally grew.
Recently, he told me he met a really great guy there. He even asked me for dating tips and advice on relationships. I gave him the advice genuinely because I wanted him to be happy, and honestly, I think he’s finally getting to enjoy a life that he probably always felt repressed from before.
And I know I should feel happy for him.
But at the same time, it hurts a lot.
It brought me back into that same depressing feeling again, wondering why this keeps happening over and over in my life. I know maybe it was one-sided from the beginning, and maybe I read too much into the closeness we had, but emotions don’t really listen to logic sometimes.
Maybe the painful part is seeing someone finally become free and happy… just not with you.