hu-man

Ouch, Double D. That hurt to read.
I can honestly say that I haven't ever felt anything remotely as bad as that, and my own little story suddenly feels wildly insignificant. There truly are some people out there who should rethink their whole way of living and acting.

Well, here's my story.
My first real girlfriend - whom I met in college - went abroad to study for a year, a year after we started seeing each other. It was tough as hell, but we ensured each other that we were fit to go through with it, and that we would continue to keep in touch and still stick together.
In the beginning we were e-mailing and phoning each other all the time, at least one e-mail a day, and at least one phonecall a week. It was damned expensive to call. Then slowly the e-mails became scarcer, and so did the calls. Finally I was to travel there to see her, and it was the best feeling ever! I looked so much forward to everything, seeing the university and the place she lived, with a family, kissing her, touching her, having sex again! (She was - and still is - a really pretty girl with big eyes, and the best ass ever... I miss her, even though I'm in a new and great relationship now.)
And at first it was great. It felt just like the old times again, but as the days came by, she became more and more reluctant to my touch, and silent. Then she told me about this other guy from the same country as us, who were also studing at the same university as she. Apparently he had told her that he loved her, and wanted to be with her all the time... They were friends and hung out all the time, along with a couple of other girls from our country, studying at the same place. I of course got really mad, I mean, what can you do when you're hundreds of kilometers away, and another guy is etching his way into your girl's heart?
And not just any guy. This guy was a (bad!) musician, and to top it off he wore _eyeliner_ and *black* nailpolish! How can somebody like that even beGIN to think to move in on MY girl? I wanted to smack him dead in the face the next time I saw him, but I of course didn't. I played nice, and leaving somebody has never been more heart-breaking. We were still a couple, but I knew that *that* guy was right there, where I wasn't.
Later, over new years, she came home to visit. I found a cd with his (bad!) music he had given her, written on it was "I will always love you, dear". She had promised me that she didn't like him at all, and he wasn't her type at all. And now she had that inscription, like they had been in a relationship all along.
And I found out that they had. All along, while she assured me that he was nothing, nobody, she had just stood me out as there was no way for her to cancel my trip. How did I look to everybody else? Oh, there goes that guy who think's he's still her boyfriend, when we've seen her with that other guy for months.
Thank you ever so much.
However, 6 months ago or something she wrote me a letter, explaining to me how big a mistake she had made with that guy. I think it hurt her - at least a little - to know that, I in the meantime, was seeing the same girl for 2 years and going strong, had performed at several well-known concert places with my band, done some modeling, is a short step away from buying one of the most sought-after apartments in our capital (and really cheap!) and generally is having a *great* life!
I met her on the street shortly thereafter. She looked great, and so did I. I don't know why, but that morning I was just going to the bakery, but still took a bath, shaved, combed my hair, and put on my new shirt. And then met her, looking my best. She lives 5 minutes away from me, and I haven't seen her for 3 years - until the day after she decides writing me.

Where did this story go? I have no clue. Just telling my tale, feeling good. In spite of it all. And there's still heaps to come, and I'm ready.