I'm 18 (female) and he's 20 (male). Basically we just started talking because he wanted to meet some new people. That happened last year in February. We were both writing poetry as a hobby, but I was still new to that (had been writing for 1 month when we started to talk). He has been writing since he was 13, so everything he said seemed amazing to me. Now that I look at it, it was pretty average. But I was stupid. And I fell hard for him and he did too. He was a little bit far away, but I didn't care. We didn't even see each other but we talked about a potential relationship. But after two weeks of talking he just.. vanished. Because his ex was desperate to make up with him. He didn't even tell me he got back with her, I found out by checking their posts on social media. I was stupid enough to check his profile every day for a few months. They broke up in June. In August I send him a message. I wanted to meet him for the first time. And we did. He hated my makeup. He said that make up makes me look horrible so I wiped my face in front of him because I was in love with him and I wanted him to be happy. He told me not to use makeup ever again unless I want him to leave me. He told me not to do dye my hair or even paint my nails. And we were together. He said he loved my poetry. But it didn't feel like the kind of poetry that I wanted to write. He was everywhere. I asked him why he vanished in February and he put the blame on me. He said that I was the one who left him. He was always getting angry at whatever I was saying. He wanted to have sex with me very badly, but it just didn't feel right because I wasn't feeling ready. And we didn't. One day, we were talking about life. He said he didn't want to die. But I told him everyone dies someday. And I mentioned his favourite poet which is basically dead, but his poems are everlasting. And he snapped at me, saying that I'm worthless and I don't know how to appreciate art and respect a dead poet. I tried to explain that I only referred to physical death, but he didn't listen to me. He said that my poetry is shit. He broke up with me because of this. And that happened in October. But the day after the breakup he casually messaged me if we could meet at a hotel. But I said no. I didn't want to fall again. But I've been missing him too much. I tried to message him, maybe we could have sorted things out. But no. He said he doesn't want to see me ever again. He went on with his poetry and I went on with mine. I studied and read a lot. I improved my poetry and I even got a little bit of "fame" in the poetry world (which, overall, is pretty small). But I am happy with my evolution. One day I sent him an article with me based on my poetry and he said that he doesn't like it at all, that I have to work more. But he only seems to write poetry for posting it on his Facebook page. For some shit notoriety between girls or something. The only thing which makes me happy is that I showed him my poetry is not that shit. I did more things than he ever did. I trained myself to be more selective of my readings and everything. But I still crave for him. After all he did. Now he has a girlfriend and I don't want to be a bitch and get between them. She actually uses makeup and he has no problem with that. But he was going crazy if I would come with my face full of makeuo. Her hair is also dyed red. And he hated thay on me. Which makes me question whether he is a hypocrite or not. Yes, he called me like that too.
TL;DR My ex boyfriend broke up with me for a stupid reason and then got with a girl who is the exact version of what he told me not to be
Submitted May 26, 2019 at 12:49AM by MoonwalkBuddy http://bit.ly/2JDJ0iv
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