A very productive Sunday

 We are still very far from each other. The initiative is there, but it's not real. You say you're less sure than other times (good to know, now, that you weren't that sure before) about breaking up being the right choice, but you don't give me alternatives. You don't give me valid reasons. And I don't know if I have the strength to carry on trying given the past experiences. I breathe once or twice strongly and I do my best to remember why I want to have a life with you. It was easy to see it with the others, professional routes were taking us to different paths but things and a culture in common kept us together. We don't have that but we talked about having a professional project together. The idea of making an NGO with you sounded like a dream, specially with the disenchanment of the masters. But it doesn't seem like something you actually want to do, since you haven't done anything about it. And the masters and the cinema completely drained my energy and I promised myself that the moment I finish the semester I would join and work alongside with whatever you had created by that time. But you haven't done anything in all these months, how do you expect me to trust you if the pillar that is supposed to support our life hasn't even begun to be planned? We could apply this question to almost any aspect of this weird and dysfunctional common life we have created. I opened to you since the moment you let me and I vomited to you all the emotional charge I was carrying for months and I know it wasn't right. But there were tremendously important stuff for a relationship that you didn't tell for months. You should have told me a lot of things a lot before. And now all you say it's reduced to a lie because I can't know when you will surprise me again with some exclusive news you should have told me almost a year ago.

You have been lying to me since we met. Sometimes by omission, sometimes openly, but you never told me the whole truth. Our relationship is based on you telling me half-truths despite the fact that I only asked honesty from you from the first moment, and me forgiving you because by the time I found out about the first lie I was already so in love with you that the idea of being in Croatia without being able to talk to you, touch you or kiss you simply terrified me. On the other hand, I know we could be more that this fear. I know the intention is there, but I'm not sure we have enough will and resources. I love you like I have never loved anyone before, I have seen you grow as a person and a partner without losing your essence, but there's too much at risk. And I took off the ring. I read myself and remember all the bad, I read about attachments and the resources to build a healthy relationship and I trust there is still hope, but not too much. Because, after all, all I can think about is you flirting with (or rather being flirted by) all the girls on the exchange, getting drunk, having sex with someone at the hotel, we know you have experience on that. And everything goes to shit again.