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I dated someone for eight months who was never quite available. Always a little distracted, a little somewhere else. I convinced myself I was deeply in love.
Then he changed. Started showing up. Texting back immediately. Planning things. And I felt — nothing. Worse than nothing. I felt suffocated.
That's when I understood I hadn't been in love with him. I'd been in love with wanting him.
Five years in, I looked up and realized I had completely disappeared. No hobbies. No ambitions outside of us. My entire identity had merged into the relationship.
She tried to tell me. Not cruelly — just honestly. She said she missed the person she fell in love with.
But I wasn't there. That person had quietly stopped existing.
Charming, emotionally unavailable, a little chaotic, and always somehow just out of reach. Every single time I thought: this one is different.
It took a friend screenshot-counting my last 23 matches and laying them out side by side for me to see it. Same face. Different names.
Things are going well — really well. They're consistent, kind, interested. And something in me goes cold.
I used to think I just hadn't met the right person. Then I noticed: the coldness arrived at the same point every time. Not when things got bad. When they got good.
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