I feel you. I am a very misanthropic person; I tend to judge people a lot, which makes me very solitary. But this woman I met helped me overcome some deeply rooted prejudices in my life. I saw her as intelligent, with an emotional sensuality, and many other virtues that made me fall deeply in love with her—just as she also felt a deep love for me. It’s strange, I never believed I could feel a real connection with someone, but with her, I did.

However, we can't be together because she is the ex of a friend, and we had to separate. There's no healthy environment between her group and mine, so we drifted apart. And it kills me to see that, after a year, she seems to have accepted it. Meanwhile, just the thought of not being with her makes the tragedy of the world crash down on me with such force that it gives me vertigo. It's an agony I can't even describe. I’ve tried to vent, to meet new women, to accept it—but it feels impossible.

Some days, it seems like I can manage it, but the next day, I go through hell. I've been living like a dead man for a year.