A year and a half ago, this guy that I liked really hurt me. We met each other on vacation and hung out for three days. He’s not a bad guy deep down, just really immature and a nerd who doesn’t have a lot of experience. He thought it was a good idea to tell people that he liked me. He begged them not to tell me, but they did. When I asked him if he liked me, he told me he had a girlfriend, and he got mad at everyone for telling me. 

He cut off all communication with me for the sake of their relationship. They broke up two months later. Everyone says he still likes me; I’m all he talks about. 

I know he genuinely felt bad about what happened, but I can never forgive him. I don’t know how I could ever be with him, no matter how badly I want to. He did the right thing; it wouldn’t have been right for him to leave his girlfriend for me. But I can’t ever trust him again. 

People say love is worth it. Obviously, I wasn’t worth it to him! I wasn’t good enough. People gaslight me for liking a guy who’s taken. I didn’t want to pursue a taken man! I had no idea he had a girlfriend until after I asked him if he liked me. And he legitimately was okay with never seeing or talking to me again. 

While I was all alone missing him, he went back to a girl that cared for him. They went out on little dates; having dinner, eating ice cream, going to the club. Did he ever miss me? Did he ever fantasize about being with me? I’ve never had a guy like me before him. All my life, I’ve been told that nothing I do is ever enough. I’ve been threatened with abandonment. And he abandoned me! 

I can’t be with him ever! How could I ever forgive him? What kind of love story is that? He never wanted to see with me again. He says he likes me, but never reaches out to me. He knows I was mad at him, but does he realize that the anger is really sadness?