A little more than a year ago I “met” this guy on the internet. It suddenly triggered something in me. It could have been a bunch of things all put together : the way he used to appear on social profiles, the music he listened, very superficial stuff like that. He was mysterious and magical to me.
We started to write to each other for about two months. We both were intrigued and prone to develop a kind of “romantic” love between each other so we used to write to each other in poetic and imaginative ways. I got to know very less of his personal life/issues at the time.
One fact I noticed after weeks was that he used to decide whenever answer me back, making me wait for an answer (even though I would write to him things that wouldn’t necessary asked for an answer in return). My childish perception led me to think that If you say something to someone for an extended period of time you should be honest.
I knew that there was something going on with his last gf, with whom he had the longest relationship ever and it was hard for her to accept everything.
Several times I asked him if it would be possible to meet each other and if it was a matter of money I would have make it to get to the place he lived (more or less two hours by plane from me) but no way, sometimes he would just tell me “we’ll see” sometimes he completely avoided the question.
I was very sad because on the other side he kept sending me poems, he kept saying to me precise things regarding how much he felt for me something. My question was always “Is this true?”
After these two months of intense speaking through internet he disappeared. Or at last he stopped contacting me. I went to a Vipassana Meditation course for 10 days (so no contact to the "external world" allowed) so I wrote to him when I got back and no response arrived. Nor a simple “Sorry, I had time to think about all of this, I thought it might not work” or anything else. I was very worried for him as I though he was living through something very hard.
Anyway I planned to go to his city because there was a concert I wanted to attend (I made tickets when we still talked and at that time he appeared cold and distant as I was doing something inappropriate saying to me “ok but do not think about the possibility of meeting me, it could happen and it couldn’t) so I went, at the end of october, something more than a month he stopped talking.
He realised I was there and he panicked telling me that I was intimidating a person he really cared about (i guess his “gf”) and I calmly replied that he was the one who disappeared and I had the right to be whenever I wanted to be. I decided to stay there one week because of that city being a tourist place, near the seaside. At that moment he started to write to me again everyday telling me that he had never forgot me, he still felt what he said he did but that we couldn’t meet because he wouldn’t intend to hurt “that other person’s feelings” I was ok with that
Actually on the very last day we met quite unexpectedly. It was unbelievable because I felt that something so intangible and distant could finally take form in front of me. I was overwhelmed with love. We spent just a few moments together, intimate moments but we didn’t had a sexual intercourse.
He went with me at the airport for the last goodbye, i cried all the time because I didn’t want to leave but i had to.
When I got back home we started to correspond again to each other via Skype for the following four months! We more or less wrote to each other every day. I felt deeply in love with whom I idealised since the beginning. And i had many proofs this was mutual.
We still had our “deep love moments” in which he still used to convey to me the illusory feeling he had for me BUT he also gradually started having really bad behaviours led by jealousy and who knows what. Apart from the fact after all this time he never found a “good time” to meet each other again because he felt the pressure of his ex/current gf (he mentioned to me that she sometimes had self harm behaviours and he was very worried because he felt he couldn’t foresee her reactions - to me this sounded quite worrying) in some isolated occasions he showed his profound self identification judging me from my past (I had several sexual relationships in my life, not all of them carried by a sense of love for the other but just willing to experiment), defining himself as disgusted by all of this and many other terrible things.
Everyone had their deeply unconscious period in their life, caused by reactions and by their dysfunctional attitudes but no one has the right to judge. He several times claimed that the past is very important.
Every time after these moments he would always get back to the way he was used to write me. He sometimes timidly said he was sorry. What I always got to see was that he was far more worried about me treating him badly in an hypothetical future and the fear he had of suffering for it. But I’m sure he never stopped to, he actually was suffering all the time. I never thought that something he could have done or though in a past moment could have stopped me from loving him.
Suddenly one day he just quit talking to me. Gradually he blocked me from everywhere as if I was a stranger and this completely made me devastated. I though all the time he owed me an explanation about why he did that. That period was also a very delicate period to me as I underwent a surgery and during all the previous months he kept repeating how he would have taken care of me and similar stuff. This was just something abstract, nothing concrete.
In those months I felt very sad because I felt I really loved him and I hoped he would get back at some point (as everyone thinks in this moments). Slowly I started to ask to myself what was so “necessary” about him for me? What made him that magical and profound person with whom I imagined to spend the rest of my life with? Is knowing an incredible amount of things a big plus to someone’s inner development? No, it isn’t. It is just to incite ego. I always had complex about not knowing enough, probably because of the extremely intricate relationship I have with my mother and I’ve always been fascinated by whose have some kind of elaborate knowledge about something.
Anyhow, I started to read “The Power of Now” and it really woke something in me. I felt increasingly how I didn’t really care about the negativity of that person. Like it wasn’t a matter to me, he always made choices regarding himself and I felt that he wasn’t hurting me but just himself.
I was the only one to hurt myself by idealising him for a year, demanding from him something he couldn’t give or couldn’t be.
At some point in June he contacted me. For a brief period I started believing that we could be friends (again or maybe for the first time) so in response at him saying that “I was in his heart for all this time” I also was affectionate to him. But he kept avoiding me most of the time and replying to me just for what really concerned him.
Also the reason of the “come back” was just he panicking (strange!

(When he blocked me in march I contacted this other guy just to ask for a sincere help, i just wanted to give something to “blocking-guy” but at a certain point I changed my mind. I was pretty desperate!)
Apparently after weeks spent with him saying to me that he was suffering for what he was passing through but that he thought about me very much, he blocked me (again). I sent him messages and I wasn’t getting any reply, this made me disappointed because of course I still had a bit of pretension. I got to achieve that he is not the person I thought he was. This is how he is and somehow he never hide it to me, it was just me that didn’t really want to see that part of him.
On a certain level we were both affect by the same idealisation but the difference is that I realised everything was illusory and he did not.
He doesn’t “mean” anything particular in my life. I do not possess people, i do not demand them to be with me forcedly. I’m letting go the last part of this very big illusion.
Sometimes i still have moments in which i feel attachment for him, idealising what he said to me when he was “kind” and “in love”, how interesting he seemed on a superficial level and how he was good at combining words and creating appealing sentences. Sometimes i still feel his sincerity and i feel sad because i feel like i “lost” the chance to live something pure with him, but could have been pure for real? I don’t think so. I’ve been in this process for a long time, I met and “fell in love” with so many guys which seemed to be profound on the outside but when we had a kind of attempt at being in a relationship there were always something so insincere in them.
Given that I perfectly remember this, still sometimes I think (well, my ego does) that I had to help that guy, I had to be calm, at the same time I think that some kind of negative people “trigger” what is negative in us making us reacting in ways we wouldn’t in other cases. Bigger unconsciousness summons every kind of unconsciousnesses.
When i still think about him I frequently ask myself “when is it right to stay strong and forgive someone?” Eckhart would say “Always” as we don’t have to protect ourselves from nothing as there’s nothing potentially harmful if we don’t make it real in our perception. My body of pain still feel compromised as I feel stupid to always forgive him knowing that he does what he wants anyway, treating me with superficiality, blocking me, unblocking me and explaining how much pain he had to come through and acting to me apparently nicely. I don’t want to be the one who is always waiting and is disposed to “accept” his behaviours. I wouldn’t have any reason to avoid talking with him again if the chance would recreate but I’m afraid this would translate in his mind as “ok, she’s not angry with me after all I can do that again in the future”. I just don’t want to incite this anymore.
Thank you if you read all this and sorry for my hasty english.