I walked away from a very difficult relationship two months ago today. I’ve been in a no contact since walking away. He’s reached out a couple times from the beginning, but nothing since. This relationship was the most genuine love i felt in my life. (And this may be my ptsd talking from childhood) but I was completely head over heels. Love bombed. Assured I was the love his life, just as he was to me. Infatuated with the intimacy we had. Shared the same humor. Shared goals and most of all, wanted to have a strong family foundation. Since walking away I’ve analyzed everything about myself. Whether it was the right or wrong thing. Obviously my mind tells me it was right but my heart is frustrated with me pleading me to get it back. I drive myself into these emotional withdrawals thinking of the amazing memories we had, because there was a lot of them. Some very harsh ones too. But that comes with a relationship. Or so. Some days I’m okay, most days I’m not. Today is an okay day. Today I thought of the time we drove through the night, pulled off on a scenic view and made love outside the car under the moon. 🥺😩😩😩