My Mr. Big left today. For good. I ended it a few weeks ago, and he moved out the next morning. I left for work, came home, and our house was missing a suitcase full of him. We kept in touch, and I never felt like things were "over." For some reason I thought, perhaps selfishly, that we were just working on ourselves and he'd come home when I asked. Then, I asked. He didn't come home. Quite the opposite, actually. He doesn't want to be with me now as he moves across the country-he refuses, in fact, to consider it. Says he's "confused" and "conflicted." I understand, but I told him I never wanted to see him again. I do want to see him again, I want desperately to be with him, but don't feel I should be forced to beg. If he doesn't want to commit, I don't want to waste my heart...I can't. I've swallowed my pride enough, sobbed too much on his shoulder already, and still he doesn't want to be in a relationship. He has chosen, "UNCERTAINTY" over me. He claims that he doesn't need to apologize for needing uncertainty at this point in his life... and I feel like I don't need to apologize for needing to be rid of him for good. I want to love him, but I have to forget about him, now. Regardless of the amount of love I profess for him, it will not change his mind. . . so, now I've got to change mine.
When did love stop being enough?
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