How to move on?
I’m a 25-year-old woman, and I’ve always had a habit of falling in love very easily. But this time, I genuinely tried to be careful. I took time to understand him, travelled with him, spent months with him, and slowly let myself trust him.
In the beginning, everything felt beautiful. He was always around me, always wanting to spend time with me. Wherever I went, he would follow. We were emotionally and physically very close, and for the first time, I felt loved in a way I had never experienced before.
But as time passed, things slowly started changing. He began losing interest in me. We started fighting more, and I know I became possessive and sometimes toxic because all I wanted was his time and attention. The intimacy between us also faded. The same person who once couldn’t leave my side slowly stopped putting in effort altogether.
What hurt me the most was that he never really tried to understand me deeply, what I wanted, what made me feel loved, what I needed emotionally. Yes, he bought me gifts and did things for me, but he never truly asked me what would actually make me happy.
When I asked him why everything had changed, he simply said, “Nobody stays the same. Everyone changes.” I remember feeling shattered hearing that because, in my heart, I always believed that when you truly love someone, you don’t suddenly stop caring.
Eventually, we mutually decided to break up. But even after the breakup, we stayed in touch. We still talked every day, shared things with each other, and we were still physically involved. Somewhere deep down, I think I was holding onto hope that maybe things would go back to how they used to be.
Recently, we went out with a group, and for the first time, I saw him openly hitting on other girls. It happened right before my birthday, and something inside me completely broke. I walked away crying, hoping maybe he would come after me, but he didn’t. Later, I was the one who went back to him to talk.
That’s when he looked at me and clearly said that he doesn’t love me anymore.
And strangely, I accepted it. Because somewhere along the way, I realized that maybe I wasn’t just in love with him, I was in love with the way he made me feel in the beginning. The attention, the affection, the care, things I had never really received before.
But what confused me even more was that after telling me he didn’t love me, he still kissed me, held me, and we slept together. And now suddenly, he’s gone. He acts like I don’t matter anymore. He says he doesn’t want to interfere in my life at all.
I’m trying so hard to let go, but I can’t. No matter how much I try to stop myself, I still want to talk to him. I still wait for him to reply, even when he ignores me completely.
And honestly, I don’t even know if I miss him anymore, or if I just miss feeling wanted.
Right now, I just feel broken, unwanted, and emotionally exhausted. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do or how I’m supposed to move on from this.