So, I recently ended a 2-month ‘relationship’ with someone and I am having a hard time moving on. This isn’t a “I’m miserable and crying myself to sleep” kind of thing – I went through that 4 years ago so I know what that is like, and this is nothing like that. But, I am just mentally having a hard time letting go. I keep rehashing everything that happened, why I did/said the things I did/said, how things could have been different, etc, and worse of all, I keep thinking about how maybe we can get back together again.

Basically, we dated for two months and things were actually going really well. I liked him, I could tell he liked me, we texted every day, but he has a really stressful job, works a lot, and so we didn’t get to see each other that often, and when we did, it was always last minute and often times at 10pm or later. That made me question his intentions, so I brought it up one day (not in an accusatory way), but just mentioned that it would be nice if we spent some time during the day together on the weekend. After this things went downhill. He clarified that he really liked me, and that he wishes he could spend more time with me and will try to make more time, which are all good things, but the reason things went south is because ultimately he was upset by the fact that I questioned his intentions, and he felt like he wasn’t making me happy. Then over the next week, more things were misconstrued, and I questioned his intentions again, and decided to call things off (over text because he was too busy to meet up) because I couldn’t see how we could develop a solid foundation with his work schedule. Then I regretted it doing it over text because we didn’t actually have a conversation about everything so we met up a few days later and talked. Then i realized it was all a misunderstanding and I wanted to try it again, but he said he didn’t want to. He ultimately didn’t think I would be ok with his work schedule and didn’t want us to end up hating each other if things didn’t work out. A part of me feels like maybe he’s right, but a part of me also wishes I wasn’t so quick to call it quits because now I am always wondering what if…..

I told him that I would like to try things again once his schedule gets better and he said that he sincerely hopes it’s not the last time he sees me, so I feel like there’s hope there…but that’s also why I’m having a hard time getting over things.

I know it was only 2 months, but for some reason the fact that I feel like it could have been something really good is hard for me to get over.

Any advice? I am obviously going to move on with my life, but do you think I could reach out again in a few months? Would that seem desperate?