OK...about four months ago, I broke up with my girlfriend. There were a lot of reasons for it, and one by one they gradually came to the surface. The catalyst for the breakup was the geographical distance between us (I live in NYC, she lives in Philadelphia; we met over the Internet. Please, I know that exclusively Internet relationships don't work, and if I were to get back together with her, it would be different). That really wasn't the main reason, though. As time went by, she started talking more about how unhealthy our relationship was. We tended to freak out at each other more than would be expected in a healthy relationship, and somewhere along the line, we just didn't quite click. The bottom line was, distance or chemistry, that even though she loved me, she just couldn't handle it anymore.
In the four months since we broke up, I've had so many different feelings, and things that I've wanted to tell her. I suppose that for the first month or so, I was just feeling so depressed over it (why was this happening to me, etc.) that I couldn't even accept that the problems in our relationship were that dire. For that matter, I never really apologised for what I did wrong. I was being extremely selfish, inwardly being angry at her, not seeing how she could do this to me.
Anyway, lately I've been feeling really ashamed of that. I feel that I was unconsciously trying to get her back together with me against her own will. Please understand...even if I could do that, I wouldn't want to.
Anyhow, once I was able to stop feeling sorry for myself, I started doing some thinking. Something kept pestering me; my instinct was telling me that something wasn't right.
Note that this was my first ever relationship with a girl. We both had crushes on each other from the beginning, but we didn't really want to let on. We flirted with each other a lot, but it was sort of like "Aren't you glad we're above this cheesy crap?" Anyway, it soon came out that we were both really interested in one another, and we were going out by April.
Things went gradually downhill from there, in a very subtle manner. First of all, since she was my first girlfriend, I wasn't quite sure of how to act. I figured that since just about nothing I had ever done while single had ever really worked in my favour, I sort of started acting the opposite, trying to play the part of the serious, black-bile-burdened boyfriend. And this is not to say that I loved her any less. The point is that I started losing touch with myself, the guy she fell in love with.
So here I am, with this belated realisation. I only wish I could tell her this. But I haven't spoken to her in over a month seriously about the relationship. We last left it with "This relationship wasn't working out, so we need to get past what we had." I want to tell her that I can change, and it's not only for her. It's because I want to get back to who I really am. I'm just so scared. I don't want to freak her out (she's kind of nervous)...so if anyone can help me, please, do.
--Roger