I have a feeling that I'm going to be writing in this every day for the next month.
I'm angry that you slept with a girl in your unit. I'm hurt that right now you are developing feelings for her because she has shared an experience with you that I cannot--but she has a boyfriend that she wants to be with and (you say) it was only sex to her. I'm scared because you told me you couldn't sustaining a relationship with anyone at this point. I'm cautiously happy because you agreed to meet me tonight and we decided instead of breaking up, we are taking a break so you can spend the next few weeks working on yourself. I'm upset with MYSELF because I sent you a message after I left your house (with a nice hug and kiss at the end to keep me strong for the next few weeks) asking that you cut off contact with her as well so that you could be truly alone and figure this out. Your response: I'm goin to bed. G'night.
I might analyze that statement over and over for the next three weeks, but at this point, I'm taking it as a sign that you heard what I had to say. You didn't just log off and you didn't get aggressive back. Hopefully that means you have heard what I have to say and are going to think about it. I NEED to let you think about it. I NEED to give you what you want, because this is my last chance. I feel it. I'm going to smother you.
We had an amazing weekend. You drove an hour in a snow storm to be with me and my friends at the bar, showed me, as you later said you had meant, that making me happy still matters to you. We had sex over and over again and you just held me and my hand. Then I discovered that text from her and that amazing weekend all shattered to pieces on the floor.
Baby, I miss you already. Its so cold outside your arms. I want it to take you much less than a few weeks to figure yourself out, selfishly, but I want you, above all, to figure it out.
God I hope I didn't f*ck this chance up by asking you to cut off contact. f*ck. I'm such an idiot for that. GODDAMNIT.