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It was three days of bliss and excitement. We spent every moment together as we knew from the first that we clicked, we connected.
She was more beautiful than I imagined and I was loving every second with her.
Then as I was feeling comfortable she made the announcement. She didn’t think we were working out. She wanted me to leave.
The pain I felt cut deeply. I’d saved a lot of money to make the trip, we’d planned our days, where we’d meet and what we would do in her city.
But this was a bombshell I didn’t expect. Inside I questioned what I had done wrong and then what it was she wanted I wasn’t delivering.
She explained we were too different. From differing generations which made me think she was saying I was too old for her. Then she disliked my manner of speaking, saying I was too abrupt in what I said, that I didn’t allow her to have an equal say and that my dress sense was in serious need of help.
In rejecting me she deflated me as well.
I felt empty, a crushing weight was on my shoulders as I tried to come to terms with what was eventuating.
To make it worse I still had another ten days before my flight home. All that time in a hotel, alone, wasn’t a scenario I was looking forward to.
I packed my bags and as I left she was watching out the window, unable to take my gaze, I mumbled a goodbye before letting myself out of her life.