He [27M] left due to his career, but I [24F] can't help but cling to hope.
Hey everyone,
I could really use your insights on my situation because I’m having a tough time processing it.
Last summer, I met a guy at a party, and we hit it off incredibly well right from the start. We spent the entire evening together, and as I was leaving, he got down on one knee and promised we'd meet again. After that, we began talking daily, texting non-stop, and having long phone calls where we shared everything about ourselves.
A few weeks later, he invited me to Austin (I’m based in Chicago) for a week, and it was absolutely perfect—just the two of us, completely in sync. While we weren’t officially dating yet, it felt like a relationship was blossoming.
Over the next couple of months, he visited Chicago twice for job interviews at a prestigious law firm. After his second interview, he got the job and relocated to Chicago on November 1st. He dove straight into work, which was very demanding (often from 9 AM to 9 PM or longer), and on top of that, he was pursuing two master’s degrees while working on his thesis. Understandably, he was overwhelmed. We couldn’t see each other for the first week after he moved, but when we did, it was wonderful.
Moving forward, we could only meet every two weeks due to his busy schedule. I understood this and felt reassured by our daily conversations. Though the intensity of our connection had mellowed because of his workload, I never questioned his feelings for me. He consistently expressed how happy I made him and how different I was from his past experiences with trust issues. I was always there for him, offering support during stressful times.
However, in December, after three months together, we met up, and I genuinely thought he would ask me to be his girlfriend. Instead, he told me he couldn’t continue seeing me because he felt he couldn’t give me what I deserved. He explained how overwhelmed he was with work, often barely having time for himself or family, and made it clear this wasn’t about me at all. He said he cared for me deeply and that there were no other girls involved. He mentioned some family issues but didn’t want to elaborate, which struck me as odd since he’d previously shared so much about them.
We both ended up in tears. I told him I would be willing to wait until he found stability, but he said he couldn’t predict the future. He walked me home, and honestly, I thought that would be the last time I heard from him.
Yet the following day, he sent me a long, heartfelt message (I’ll summarize it). He spoke of how much he had been reflecting and that it broke his heart to part ways. He emphasized that I had done nothing wrong and that he was the one at fault. He expressed gratitude for the support I had given during a challenging period in his life and mentioned keeping my contact information in case I wanted to talk. He concluded by noting that it might not be our time, making it clear he didn’t want to erase our experiences together.
A week later, I replied, expressing how fortunate I felt to have met him. I reassured him that I respected his decision, held no resentment, and would cherish our memories. I mentioned I’d be praying for him and his career, knowing how hard he had worked. I also requested that he stay in touch.
The next day, he thanked me and expressed how much my words meant to him. He apologized once more for the pain of the breakup but was relieved I didn’t harbor resentment. He mentioned he was still feeling overwhelmed but hoped things would improve soon. To my surprise, he began asking about my life—how I was doing, my exams, and whether I was going to Florida for Christmas. It puzzled me since he chose to step back, yet he was engaging in conversation. If I’m honest, it gave me a flicker of hope.
The following day, I told him I was in Florida with my family and excitedly shared that I’d landed an internship with a major consulting firm. I also encouraged him, hoping he could find some relaxation during the holiday season.
Four days later, he replied, saying he was proud of me, apologized for his delayed response, and expressed joy at hearing from me.
I answered two days later, thanking him and saying his words meant a lot to me. I hoped he could soon find peace and enjoy Christmas with his family.
And then… silence. It’s been two months with no word from him.
I’m perplexed. If he truly cared, why the sudden disappearance? Why say he didn’t want to vanish from my life, only to stop responding? I didn’t expect constant conversation, but just a simple reply—even weeks later—would have been appreciated.
I’m left wondering whether he wanted to gradually fade away, if his expressions were sincere, or if they were merely an attempt to soothe his guilt. I feel sad because I genuinely loved him. He’s a great guy, and I have nothing negative to say about him. The time we spent together was the happiest I’ve ever been, with no bad memories at all, making it even harder to let go.
What do you all think? Was he being genuine, or was he just trying to lessen his guilt? Should I take his silence as an answer and move on? Do you think there’s a chance he’ll return? I can’t shake the thought that once he settles into his new job and gets through his master’s programs, he might come back. Am I clinging to false hope?