I think he wants me to tell him to shove off, so that he can the play the proper martyr. I wouldn't do that; as i want to make things right. So i texted him last night and said that it seemed a pity that he clearly didn't want to talk, and hoped that he would meet someone and fall in love and be happy.
It makes me sad, as i feel that we should have been good friends, but I need more. I can't cope with someone dumping all of their issues and problems, and saying i'm not normal and obsessed. I don't have much self-esteem at the best of times, and saying i'm not normal, and that i bring people down really sent me over the edge.
I have other people that i can lean on; and whom i am happy to have lean on me in the bad times...and who want to celebrate the good times with me.
But when i see him (which is most days) there is a pang in my heart that things can't be fixed...or rather that he isn't willing to try.
IS it any wonder that Dave said to me "You must think that being gay is horrible", as all i generally see is pain and hurt and suffering and promiscuity and... and...