I never thought I’d want to be writing a letter quite like this. I’m a straight guy in my 30’s. But I’ve always been curious about exploring my sexuality with a guy. Yet, I’m not attracted to 99% of men out there. And what are the changes that I’d actually meet or get connected to one of those guys and we’d hit it off? Slim to none I thought. But then he replied to a post I made months later and out of no-where we hit it off so well. We were exactly (at least I thought so) what each other was looking for. And for the first time in my life, here was a guy I would like to meet up with. We shared so many details on here, not just details of our sexuality but of ourselves. Then all of a sudden, he’s gone. The last message said that he wasn’t ghosting me, he just needed a day to deal with something. Well now it’s been almost two weeks. I don’t think he’s coming back.

Dear you,

In a matter of a few short days, I really came to like you. You became that spark in my day that I looked forward to. I wanted to know everything about you, and wanted to share myself with you. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have met one of the few guys I’d be excited about getting to know. I almost couldn’t believe I was this head over heels for you, someone I hadn’t met yet, a guy and not a girl, somehow this happened all through texts.

I know I shouldn’t have gone so fast or put so much hope into all those plans we were eagerly making for the summer. But I did. I didn’t want to hold myself or my emotions back. And now it sucks.

I have no idea if you had a family emergency, were totally leading me on, or just lost interest. (If you did, you really went out of your way to hide it from me) Maybe you met someone else; a girl, a guy, I don’t know. Why else would you have not even read my last texts? It just. Doesn’t. Add. Up.

Every time I open the app, there’s this slimmer of hope that I will have a message from you. But I think I know that you’re not going to. That I need to move on. I don’t even know where to go from here. I never thought I’d would have met a guy so compatible. And perhaps I never will.

Feeling like I just got dumped or ghosted or abandoned feels weird. I have someone. I can’t gather my friends around me and tell them my sob story. I can’t solicit everyone’s thoughts and opinions on what happened. I have to keep this to myself and wonder.

Thanks for reading everyone, if you’ve made it this far!