I love you! I love you! I love y....I lo...I....
I've found myself dealing with this. Not because of someone else's situation, but my own. After being hurt more than once by one of the two most significant men in my life, he has decided to resurface. I spoke to him a few months ago, and it was very awkward. Not because I hadn't spoken to him in a long time, but because since 7th grade, he still doesn't know me.
I realized that this entire time, that all the time we've spent sneaking away to be together, lying to parents about our whereabouts, and even me wasting my gas to drive in the backwoods of the country as the deer go a-trolley, that I STILL LOVE HIM! I love you! I love you! I love y....I lo...I....I mean, I know I shouldn't, because he's done nothing but cause me pain and frustration. But after hearing my mother say that he stopped by the house, I'm back to thinking about him.
But...when I think about it, I think I am done! I think I am finished! I think that...NO, I know I am finished! I know I am done! He can't offer me more than a shoulder to lean on, but that's about it. He and I have been through a lot and I have a lot of baggage to carry because of him. And when I think about how close my time is from departing from the place I've called home for the last 5 years, I prepare to deal with his shenanigans. I also prepare for the future relationships where he may or may not be involved (the ones where I have to get a restraining order; although he would never do anything to hurt me). Because of him, I have been afraid to seek a relationship with the few encounters I have had at this institution, over the last 5 years. Instead, I've just sought to make everyone else happy, without putting myself first.
Since I am retiring from this place, I will make an effort to put myself first when I return to my permanent residence. Which means, the very chance he gets to see me, I will smile, say hello, and keep moving.