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For about a year and 2 months I dated who I thought was the love of my life. Both us and our families thought we were going to get married eventually. But three weeks ago we broke up/he broke up with me. It was a combination of my anxiety(which is getting better more and more everyday), his newly discovered anxiety, and his realization he needs to be happy on his own too. When we broke up he told me that he still loved me, wants to be friends, and that maybe one day we can try again. It all sucks. My heart is broken. I thought moving back to my college dorm and starting classes would help me be distracted but it’s made everything worse. I know I can move on and will move on BUT I feel so alone. My overthinking is making me think that he’s having such an easy time with this. It’s all so frustrating. Our mutual friends are confused as to why we had to break up. Most of the people I’ve talked to including my own therapist thinks we’ll get back together which I know they’re just trying to be nice but it puts false hope in my heart. Idk I could ramble about this breakup all day but I don’t want to make this post too long