Falling...Face First.

For the past three months I've been dating an amazing guy, The Name. A guy who constantly took my breath away. Who planned fabulous dinners and paid attention to the things I like (hockey, eggs benedict, music). He was wonderful and I was falling. But the last few weeks that guy became distant, strange. He was traveling for work and overwhelmed. But somehow the way he treated me changed. He was no longer the guy who swept me up and made me feel amazing. Instead I was feeling scared, insecure, abandoned. But whenever I hit the point of being done, he'd be there again, reassuring me. Until Wednesday night....

He'd been out of town for work and had asked me if he could take me out on a date Wednesday night when he got back. Had said he'd felt bad for not giving me the time and attention I deserve. I was happy to see if we could get back on track. I had hope.

Then Wednesday night rolls around and he's gone. Nothing. No contact. No plans. No phone calls. No texts. I try and contact him and get nothing in return. I swing by his house to check on him. And as I'm sitting in front of his house I see his truck pulling up, slow, and then keep driving. He left. Left me sitting there alone. To be more honest, he ran away. And I'm not quite sure what he's running from. The last time I saw him we were chugging along making plans for trips, the last time I talked to him he was reassuring me we were fine. And then, he runs. And I fall flat on my face.