Confession of a hertbroken Guy 💔
I don’t even know why I’m writing this. Maybe because I’ve kept everything inside for too long.
My story started so randomly.
One day I saw this pretty girl on Instagram and replied to one of her stories. Nothing serious, just a normal reply. Back then she was already dating someone, and she told me that pretty quickly, so I respected it and stopped texting her.
Months passed.
Then one day I saw her posting heartbreak-type stories, so I decided to try talking to her again. Somehow things clicked this time. Suddenly she wanted to meet after one of her classes. She was really shy back then, and honestly everything happened so suddenly that I just thought, “Okay… maybe let’s give this a try.”
That “try” turned into almost two years.
Those two years were not perfect at all. We had so many challenges, misunderstandings, stress, and problems, but through everything I genuinely never gave up on her.
Then eventually I became mentally exhausted. I was stressed about life, work, everything. I asked for a break in the relationship.
Yeah… maybe that makes me the bad guy.
But after just about a month, I suddenly saw her posting another guy.
That moment destroyed me.
I wasn’t even in Sri Lanka at the time. I was abroad for work, but seeing that broke me so badly that I literally cancelled my contract early just to come back home. I tried calling her. At first she answered a few times while I was abroad, but eventually she blocked me completely.
When I came back to Sri Lanka, I thought maybe I should finally give up. But one day I went to speak with her mother just for closure. We spoke for a few minutes, and right after leaving my head was such a mess that I got into an accident literally nearby. Thankfully I was okay. I fixed the other person’s bike and handled everything, but mentally I was already destroyed.
A few days later, out of nowhere, she called me.
She started telling me how toxic her current relationship was. Hearing her voice again after everything made me feel alive again. I thought maybe this was finally my chance.
Then literally days later I saw another post with that same guy again.
I got upset and finally told her she needed to choose one person instead of keeping both situations alive. We met in my car one night. She cried. I believed every word she said because I loved her too much not to.
Then a few days later she called again asking to meet.
That night became one of the worst nights of my life.
She handed me a letter saying she wasn’t into me anymore and wanted to continue with the other guy.
I still remember how shocked I felt. I instantly started crying in front of her. I couldn’t even control it. I somehow drove away, but halfway through I physically couldn’t drive anymore because I was crying so hard. I called my brother and he came to pick me up within minutes.
While I was sitting there broken, she kept calling me. I ignored the calls. Then her mom called. I answered.
Her mom said she wanted to talk to me again, so I went back. Then suddenly she started saying she wanted me again. More crying. More confusion. More hope.
And stupidly… I believed it again.
That night she was supposed to go to university the next morning. I offered to drop her, but she said she wanted a break and wouldn’t go.
The next day?
Blocked again.
That completely shattered me.
I called her mom and she finally told me:
“She blocked both of you. You need to move on.”
But I couldn’t.
I tried every possible way to contact her. Called from new numbers just to hear her voice for a few seconds before she realized it was me and cut the call.
Weeks passed.
Then somehow anonymous Tellonym messages started appearing, and deep down I knew it was her. We eventually got connected again through that, then moved to Telegram.
By then her relationship with that guy had also ended again.
So we started meeting secretly.
There were days I drove 4 hours just to see her for a little while, then drove another 4 hours back home the same night. I honestly lost count of how many times I did that. I don’t even think she realized how exhausting it was physically and mentally, but I kept doing it because I loved her.
Then I had to go abroad again for work.
Even while abroad, I still cared for her constantly. I sent her food through Uber Eats, comforted her during hard times, checked on her constantly.
When I came back to Sri Lanka after a month, I brought her favorite perfume, a pair of shoes, and other small gifts. Her parents instantly knew it was from me.
But after some time I started realizing something painful.
Even after all the effort, all the waiting, all the sacrifices… she just didn’t seem into me anymore.
Her replies became dry.
The energy wasn’t there.
The love I remembered wasn’t there anymore.
So one day I asked her directly.
And she finally told me she just wanted to stop everything completely.
At that point I forced myself to let go.
Months later I thought maybe it was finally time to move on and give someone else a chance. I started dating another girl. She’s honestly a good person.
But then suddenly my ex texted me again asking:
“If I came back, would you leave your new girlfriend for me?”
For the first time, I said no.
So I stayed in this new relationship.
But the truth is…
I still don’t think I’m fully healed.
Yesterday I saw my ex again with another new boyfriend, and it honestly killed me inside instantly.
So yeah…
I guess this is just the confession of another heartbroken guy on Reddit who loved someone too deeply and never really learned how to stop. Any of ur experience that would help me ?