First of all, sorry for registering and immedeately posting such a long text.
Maybe you could share some insights on the situation.
It took me some time, deciding whether or not to write down this narrative of mine for two reasons: 1- it will be quite a large amount of text with which I don’t want to bother you too much, 2- The feeling of relevance of it continuously switches between ‘very’ and ‘not at all’.
What it comes down to, is that in these days I feel I’m attacked by heavy rushes of regret, loneliness and sadness bundled together and structured in a narrative, a story. I feel that I still believe in the story and can’t get lose from it.
I’m a (almost) 24 year old guy and never had a relationship in my life. There’ve been some occasional dates, but they never turned out into something substantial. About half a year ago, I met some girl in a kind of student environment, which had a very close social ambiance. Because of this, we really got to know each other in a very relaxed way. From the beginning, I noticed having some feeling for her which I actually, more or less unconsciously, neglected/repressed. The concept of a relationship was totally unthinkable for me by that time: Some double bind situation: How could a girl ever like me (due to a deep down low self esteem) + How could I ever like a girl? (Due to only being disappointed in the past when having some dates for instance) #8594; this locked me up, making me think the best possible situation between the two of us would just being good friends.
Time passed and my feelings for her seemed to become more apparent to me, although I didn’t seem to dare to admit them to myself. Nevertheless, at some point, I formulated the thought to a good friend of us both. In the meantime, the feelings for her I talk about, appeared and disappeared continuously. I still don’t understand why. This went on for weeks, until I decided to ask her out. At that specific moment/period, I didn’t have any feelings for her specifically, but I thought: “If I just go for it, maybe things will get clear”.
She agreed happily and we had a very nice evening after which I told her, straight ahead, that I liked her. She replied she had an eye on me too! From the very first week we met eachother.
But since then, I became even more confused! It fluctuated by day, by hour. This moment I longed for her, the next moment I was indifferent… She asked me why I acted so distantly and I explained my confusion. We nevertheless went on dating and had some innocent/petty intimate moments here and there.
We were in a situation (the study period) in which we saw each other everyday and all the other students stuck their nose in our situation. Maybe that was why it couldn’t start off, we thought. So when the semester would be over, we could find out. That was about 3 months ago. Now what happened: A few days after the course ended, she cut it off. Terminated it. She regretted it very much, but since a week or so, her feelings were totally gone.
I was absolutely devastated. Without being ever really infatuated, I was now lovesick big time…!
Since then, at unpredictable moments, I get agonised by very, very strong feelings of sorrow, regret, fear, sadness, frustration, longing etc. A huge amount of memories about the two of us keeps passing by and agonises me. A lay awake at night thinking about being alone, having missed a very rare opportunity, ‘her with another guy’ (which is in fact the case. Although a kind of friends with benefits guy, she doesn’t really like) etc. “Why did I make it such a complicated situation?! If I’d just did this, said that, went there etc.” (I know this is a typical mind thing.)
What also has to be said is that the point of never having had sex is pressing more and more on me. I believed that girl would’ve been the one and now the stone in my chest is even heavier.
I feel totally lost right now. Being too much of a romantic to engage in those mundane dating apps like Tinder and Happn, I wait/seek for ‘encounters’ that don’t come.
At the same time I take into consideration:
- I am just heavily involved in a story about myself and relationship
- The longing I feel is actually a longing to my own love
- Desiring something, actually manifests the experience of desiring itself
- A intimate/romantic relationship can’t give final fulfilment, but do I really have to become enlightened first to be allowed (yes, it feels like something is withhold from me) experiencing intimacy?
I’m watching a lot of non-duality video’s (Spira, Mooji, Adyashanti, Foster), and they seem to offer some soothing. At the same time I realise watching those clips may just be a painkiller. I really want to do something. Meet people etc. I do have a modest social life, but those situations don’t seem to occur.
What does life try to show me? What is my lesson?
I believe that if I just go along not seeking, and leave this situation as it is, nothing will happen because I have done that for the past 6 years anyway!