Steve messaged me this morning, around 10:30, after 24 hours. Today, we messaged a couple times back and forth, then he hasn’t responded for 8 hours now. Didn’t even check his Whatsapp.
I’ve been battling in my head, am I reading too much into this. Yesterday he was busy. But still, too busy to write anything? Today, he didn’t check all day….what could it be?
Maybe he is out on another date.
Sigh.
Whatever the reason is, it’s not acceptable to not reply within a few hours.
Is it so hard to be sweet to me for a couple weeks?
I so want to be loved.
I want to text him to tell him off, because I’m mad, I’m sad. I feel unimportant.
I gotta let him go.
I spent yesterday typing up some business ideas to help him.
I won’t send it to him now. It’s his loss.
I’m like Ted from How I met your Mother. I’ll always have hope. I won’t be jaded. I’ll be true. I’ll have a sense of wonder.
I didn’t realize that even just my subtle feeling of disappointment on that date was already bringing this downhill. Man. Guys can be so sensitive these days.
Unlike the old days…guys seemed to be more resilient. People, in general, were more willing to try.
Sigh.
I feel so sad.
I thought we had something, even if not long term.
I want to give him the benefit of a doubt. Maybe he had a busy day. But two days in a row?
Even if it’s business related, it’s not good for our relationship in the long run.
Oh well.
I think I’ll just not get into any relationship for now.
Hey, at leasts I no longer think about Sam.
I just wish with Steve it was more bittersweet….like we both want to make it work but we know it’s not a good idea.
Instead, he is just becoming distant.
I will think about something else now. I’ll occupy myself with something else.
I’m brilliant. I’m beautiful. I’m smart. I’m funny. I’m a high quality woman. I’m a great catch. I’m the one. I’m the one and only. I’m sunshine that brightens and warms the day. I’m so fun and pleasant to be around. I’m sexy. I’m inspiring. I’m lovable. I’m enough.