Hey there, throwaway account for obvious reasons...

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About a couple months ago, maybe 5 or 6, I met.. let's call him Vick? I met Vick online through a mutual friend, and he was funny, and charming, and we hit it off super well. Fast forward a couple weeks, we've been spending more time together talking, watching movies, texting each other every day, things like that, and at this point I'm pretty sure he's flirting with me. He's honestly pretty fun, so I end up flirting back. Eventually, one thing leads to another... we end up sexting, phone sexing, whatever you wanna call it. It just kinda sorta happened?

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So, this goes on for a while, and we're getting closer, and we keep doing this, and sure, it's fun, but honestly? I didn't really know what to think of it. I mean, here's this funny, charming, down-to-earth guy that's cute as heck, and is great company, and is checking literally every single box on my "hypothetical perfect man" checklist, and he might just be into me, too? So, one night, I ask him the question that you're *supposed* to ask in my situation. "Just what are we?"

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And he doesn't know, either. But he's okay with just "letting things happen and seeing where they lead", if I am too, and that "if we enjoy each other's company in the here and now, that's what matters in the end, right?". So, y'know, I took that to mean that, hey, there's a chance it could be more, somewhere down the road. Looking back, maybe that was silly of me, but hey, they say love is blind for a reason, I guess. But yeah. We keep this up, and we grow closer, not just romantically but as friends, too, and I'm falling harder and harder for him all the while. I'm the kind of girl that has a hard time separating physical intimacy from emotional intimacy; I know that about myself, I'm mindful of it, and at the time, if I didn't think we had a real chance of turning into something *real*, I'd've probably stopped doing things with Vick a while ago.

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But y'know, all good things come to an end and all that. We're talking one night, and it comes out that, while he likes me, at this point in time he's not really wanting any sort of actual relationship, or the responsibility that comes with one. And that he felt this way even way back when, when I asked him if we had any chance together. He didn't say so at the time because he wanted to try, and maybe he could manage it sometime down the road in the future, but apparently right now, it just wasn't working. But we could keep doing what we've been doing and still be FWBs, right? If that's something I wanted? 

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At this point, I just didn't know what to say. I.. I'm not crazy, I wasn't planning our marriage or picking out names for our children or anything. But I had fallen for him, hard. Harder than I had ever fallen for someone before, if I'm being completely honest. And so, I'm not entirely proud to say it... but I stuck around. I figured that having him around as a kind of LDR FWB would be better than not having him around at all, and I mean, I was still enjoying our time together as friends too, even if now I knew it wasn't going anywhere.

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But that was months ago, and nothing's changed. If anything, it's gotten worse. I should have just turned him down and walked away, because I'm pretty sure I well and truly love him, now. And a part of me just keeps saying that if I stick around long enough, maybe he'll be "ready" for a relationship, even as the rest of me screams about how dumb and awful an idea it is to hold out hope like that, and that for both of our sakes, I should just ghost him. 

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AITA? 