zav943
Well-known member
Hey everyone,
About two months ago, I relapsed pretty bad and have been feeling very lonely until about 3 weeks ago, I was talking to a friend of mine on google chat (we didn't know each other that well) and offered her to come visit me for a week and stay over at my place if she wanted.
She said she'd love to, and she she came here about one week ago.
I had my doubts about us having fun but I couldn't have been more wrong. We had a great time together and spent the entire week with each other (because I have no one else to hang out with), rarely getting bored of each other's company. We even went to Montreal to celebrate my birthday (the first time I actually celebrated my birthday since I was 17).
I felt very comfortable around her...we established the kind of bond I only wish I had with the people around me.
I won't deny that part of me wanted to tell her that I liked her and was wondering if we can take it a step further, but I didn't want to ruin what we had...it was too good to waste.
Anyways, the week ran by very quickly and I dropped her off at the airport two days ago.
It didn't really hit me until I came home and found her bed empty. I was truly devastated and I'm still very much feeling terrible right now.
She lives a good 4 hours away (by plane) and will be doing her masters soon, so she won't have time to travel. I, on the other hand, am too poor to make such a trip.
I feel like I've lost one of the strongest and most meaningful connections I have ever formed with someone and I am fearing that this is it...I will never be able to experience it (or anything similar to it) again given my social phobia.
Any advice on how to deal with this "loss", if you will, would be greatly appreciated.
About two months ago, I relapsed pretty bad and have been feeling very lonely until about 3 weeks ago, I was talking to a friend of mine on google chat (we didn't know each other that well) and offered her to come visit me for a week and stay over at my place if she wanted.
She said she'd love to, and she she came here about one week ago.
I had my doubts about us having fun but I couldn't have been more wrong. We had a great time together and spent the entire week with each other (because I have no one else to hang out with), rarely getting bored of each other's company. We even went to Montreal to celebrate my birthday (the first time I actually celebrated my birthday since I was 17).
I felt very comfortable around her...we established the kind of bond I only wish I had with the people around me.
I won't deny that part of me wanted to tell her that I liked her and was wondering if we can take it a step further, but I didn't want to ruin what we had...it was too good to waste.
Anyways, the week ran by very quickly and I dropped her off at the airport two days ago.
It didn't really hit me until I came home and found her bed empty. I was truly devastated and I'm still very much feeling terrible right now.
She lives a good 4 hours away (by plane) and will be doing her masters soon, so she won't have time to travel. I, on the other hand, am too poor to make such a trip.
I feel like I've lost one of the strongest and most meaningful connections I have ever formed with someone and I am fearing that this is it...I will never be able to experience it (or anything similar to it) again given my social phobia.
Any advice on how to deal with this "loss", if you will, would be greatly appreciated.