OneLove382
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When the person that you're in love with doesn't love you back, most people will tell you to 'move on'. Get over them. Go fall in love with someone else.
Move on? To where?
Get over them? How?
I don't understand how these things are supposed to work. In fact, I really don't understand what being 'in love' is - because if people who have been in love can fall out of it, and back into it with someone else, then they're obviously not experiencing the same thing that I am.
I am 'in love' with someone - and in a way, I consider myself quite lucky to be here. At least I now know that I am capable of looking at another human being, seeing their strengths and weaknesses and faults and values and saying, "Yes, I love this person." At least I know that I'm not the superficial ***** with impossible standards that I always thought I was - if this person lost every single one of his physically attractive traits, I'd still be able to say, "Yes, I am attracted to this person". He's the only person in the world that I've ever been able to look at, and understand what all those love songs are about. He's the only human being for whom I've ever felt any of the things that other people seem to be able to choose to feel for one person, or choose not to feel for another.
The thing is, he doesn't love me back. Not like that, at least. While he is the center of my universe, I'm just a supporting cast member in his.
I deserve better.
I deserve a man who will love me back.
I should just get over this guy and look for someone else.
All these statements are like communism - they work great on paper, but in practice things aren't nearly that simple.
I have met wonderful people - smart, attractive men who are interested in me. Funny, gentle, loving guys who really want me to give them a chance. Charming, intelligent men who make me feel like a princess.
And I don't want them. I want to want them, but I can't. I don't know how. I can't look at them and say, "Yes, I can love this person despite their faults" or "No, appearances don't matter - I can love the person inside." I wish I could. I really, really wish that I could. I wish that they could be enough. I wish that I could be happy with them.
But I feel like I am broken. I'm not programmed to return people's affections. I've always been this way, and until I met 'The One' I had pretty much grown to accept that I was just broken somehow in this regard - that I'm missing some piece of basic human programming that makes this kind of relationship possible for me. I can fake it well enough, but I'd never really felt it.
Then, I fell in love with one person - and now, no matter what I do, I can't seem to fall back out. I don't know how this is supposed to work, or how this is even supposed to be possible. It doesn't matter how much pain loving him causes me - the idea of not loving him is like the idea of cutting of my hand to get rid of a painful chronic injury. The idea of falling in love with someone else seems foreign and unattainable - it's never happened before him, why should it happen after? I've looked, I've tried, I've worked on myself from the inside out and the outside in to try and rearrange my priorities.
I can't seem to do it.
I feel like a robot, or like the Ice Maiden, or maybe just like an emotionally retarded girl bitching about something that probably doesn't seem so bad to most people. On some level, maybe I'm all of those things.
Most of all, I feel like I'm the only one who has ever felt like this.
Am I really alone in this, or can someone shed a little light on the situation....?
Move on? To where?
Get over them? How?
I don't understand how these things are supposed to work. In fact, I really don't understand what being 'in love' is - because if people who have been in love can fall out of it, and back into it with someone else, then they're obviously not experiencing the same thing that I am.
I am 'in love' with someone - and in a way, I consider myself quite lucky to be here. At least I now know that I am capable of looking at another human being, seeing their strengths and weaknesses and faults and values and saying, "Yes, I love this person." At least I know that I'm not the superficial ***** with impossible standards that I always thought I was - if this person lost every single one of his physically attractive traits, I'd still be able to say, "Yes, I am attracted to this person". He's the only person in the world that I've ever been able to look at, and understand what all those love songs are about. He's the only human being for whom I've ever felt any of the things that other people seem to be able to choose to feel for one person, or choose not to feel for another.
The thing is, he doesn't love me back. Not like that, at least. While he is the center of my universe, I'm just a supporting cast member in his.
I deserve better.
I deserve a man who will love me back.
I should just get over this guy and look for someone else.
All these statements are like communism - they work great on paper, but in practice things aren't nearly that simple.
I have met wonderful people - smart, attractive men who are interested in me. Funny, gentle, loving guys who really want me to give them a chance. Charming, intelligent men who make me feel like a princess.
And I don't want them. I want to want them, but I can't. I don't know how. I can't look at them and say, "Yes, I can love this person despite their faults" or "No, appearances don't matter - I can love the person inside." I wish I could. I really, really wish that I could. I wish that they could be enough. I wish that I could be happy with them.
But I feel like I am broken. I'm not programmed to return people's affections. I've always been this way, and until I met 'The One' I had pretty much grown to accept that I was just broken somehow in this regard - that I'm missing some piece of basic human programming that makes this kind of relationship possible for me. I can fake it well enough, but I'd never really felt it.
Then, I fell in love with one person - and now, no matter what I do, I can't seem to fall back out. I don't know how this is supposed to work, or how this is even supposed to be possible. It doesn't matter how much pain loving him causes me - the idea of not loving him is like the idea of cutting of my hand to get rid of a painful chronic injury. The idea of falling in love with someone else seems foreign and unattainable - it's never happened before him, why should it happen after? I've looked, I've tried, I've worked on myself from the inside out and the outside in to try and rearrange my priorities.
I can't seem to do it.
I feel like a robot, or like the Ice Maiden, or maybe just like an emotionally retarded girl bitching about something that probably doesn't seem so bad to most people. On some level, maybe I'm all of those things.
Most of all, I feel like I'm the only one who has ever felt like this.
Am I really alone in this, or can someone shed a little light on the situation....?