I’m a “33M” who’s been on a journey of connection with a “34F”. Our link traces back to our mothers, who were university pals. Despite living in different time zones, we’ve managed to bridge the gap, meeting up three times in person somewhere in the middle.
She’s amazing, really, someone you can talk to for hours and never get bored.
But things took a turn during our last meeting in October. When I broached the topic of us, she admitted to feeling more friend vibes than romance. I, too, confessed to not yet feeling that spark—we’re both slow burners, after all. This revelation shifted something for me. I thought maybe it was time to call it quits, yet we kept in touch, albeit with longer gaps between messages.
Then came February, with its unintentional two-month radio silence. My anxiety about Valentine’s Day played a role I couldn’t bring myself to send a generic message. Even when we did reconnect over the phone in April, something felt off. I just wasn’t feeling it anymore.
Despite my efforts to revive our rapport with a follow-up text, silence greeted me.
Now, as we approach the one-year mark since our first contact, I find myself reflecting. Do I reach out with a cordial message, acknowledging our journey and suggesting we remain friends? Or do I simply let silence speak for itself, hoping it signifies the end?
I’d appreciate any insights or advice you might have.