Throughout time, this guy comes back to me. Saying how the holidays made him think about us a lot. How good our chemistry was. Explaining how I'm this amazing person. That it hurt him that he hurt me. For some damn reason, I gave this guy a chance. Because I'm again, an idiot for giving this guy a second chance. He meets up with me in person.
It was such a nerve-wrecking move. Nothing happened outside my apartment. I mean, we cuddled and watched movies a LOT. Only got food ONCE. It was just sex, sex, sex. Once we had sex, it was always sex. He made the effort and got me a gift from Valentine's Day.. I eventually threw the gift away. Tossed it in the air to the garbage from outdoors. It shattered, and I felt relief. He did make time to see me, about once a week. Yet beforehand, I wasn't getting text messages from him within' 10 hours. I was seeing him twice a month before he ghosted me. This and that. Him ghosting me was like his reality check of losing me.
I ended up cutting the limit. He didn't text me that he made it home. This sounds petty, but this was my second time of telling him. Apologized the first time. I heard nothing after one whole day. He did it again, and I cut the limit. Telling him I was done throwing the effort with us. It isn't just me. That I can't do everything one sided.