Dumped

So he broke up with me last night. I did see that look in his eyes. The strange look that tells everything about the soul. I guess I was too afraid to notice or to accept that it was real.

In my mind I was prepared for this. I told him and asked him everything that had been haunting me since the first day. But my heart was in no way prepared.

I asked him if he was with me because of me or if he was with me because I wasn't Nina. I'm not even sure how to to explain this. He went into a very long conversation with himself... he said no.
I then asked him what the problem with "us" was. He said he wasn't prepared to answer that question. He just said he couldn't commit with someone unless he was 100% sure he was with the one. As I write this my heart starts to hurt and the tears well up. I'm at work right now, so showing any kind of emotion is forbidden.

It was probably the most sane of breakups.... but it probably hurt the worst.

I told him I was his corn. There really wasn't anything for me to say. I don't like corn, no matter how you prepare it. Not matter how you serve it or present it. I still don't like corn. So, I'm his corn.

I don't know what else to do. Most of my friends tell me to forget about him. Don't worry about it and to move on. I've erased his phone number from my phone and every way of contacting him except for email. My friend Kim did give me a different perspective about the whole thing. Trying to see things in his shoes... if I were him what would my feelings be? And if I like him as much as she thinks I do, then I shouldn't give up. Be there for him. Be patient. If he needs his space then I should give it to him. It's something worth fighting for.

I'm not sure what I need to do. He told me last night to text him. I told him, honestly... I probably won't.