I had given up on dating. I figured I’ll never find anyone, so I might as well stop trying. But there he was, and he’s everything I’d ever want. His arms feels so safe, he’s one of the kindest men I’ve ever met. We laugh a lot, there’s no preassure to pretend to be better than I am, he treats me so well. I’ve been baffled since day one, because he’s so far out of my leauge. Still, for some reason he likes…me?
But there’s no future for us. The cultural difference is too big. I know I’m naive, but I so wanted to believe there was the slightest possibility for us to work out, that we might figure it out. But he has sat me down and told me there is no way for us to work out in the long run. He told me this because he’s a nice person, and he’s honest, not because he wanted to hurt me.
I know what I should do. I can’t be a placeholder for the girl he’ll eventually get introduced to and accept to marry. But it hurts so bad. I swear if I could cut my own heart out I would.