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16 Years
An Aquarian Love Story Update.
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I'm the same person from this thread
https://www.dxpnet.com/opinion/aquarius/an-aquarius-love-story-1755968/
For those of you who read the first part, this is what happened:
In the month and a half leading up to his visit, he seemed really nice, sweet...but more distant. kept calling me baby, sweetie...but more and more distant. I thought he was taking me for granted, still didn't trust him.
He comes to visit. First day is awkward. He sleeps on the couch, I sleep on my bed. Awkward, but no big deal.
Second day, we decide to go see a movie. As we're walking to a movie, he tells me he met this girl he's really excited about back home. He's really excited about her. He hasn't felt this way about anyone in a long time. He hopes we can still be friends. I told him that's cool, that's great. that's the truth I've been waiting for.
We get to the theater. I tell him to save me a seat, I have to go to the bathroom. I end up leaving him at the theater for two hours while I walked back home alone, feeling like my heart was getting removed from my body surgically.
I packed up his shit, waited for him to stop texting me and just call when the movie got out. He calls three hours later. My roommate answers. Tells him to come pick up his stuff. He repeats it back to her, dumbfounded. ("pick up my stuff?! uh...ok i'll call you when I get close.")
He finds his way back, gets his stuff.
I don't know what he did after that. His plane wasn't scheduled to leave until tomorrow. I think he's a big boy and he could handle it himself/ find and pay for a flight back or a hotel.
I really don't know if this was a test, but I don't really care. He wasn't playing fair, so I didn't play fair. He should have told me this happened to him so we could decide what to do before he came. And you don't tell someone you love them so passionately and then decide that you're not that serious. Maybe he came to me out of desperation, I'm not sure.
Anyway. I don't know. I don't know what to tell people, except that I'm pretty relieved that I'll never have to talk to him again, or feel that awful. I feel good that I was true to my feelings, that I put me first.
That's all