Is there a friendship after love?

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Maybe my story will sound strange and confusing, but I still can't formulate it exactly, and I want to talk and hear your opinions! It all started last summer.

After my prom, I was an intern in a company, and after the internship, I stayed to work for the summer. There I met a man whom I initially felt a little hostile to, but we gradually became closer, and one day I realized that I was in love with him.

I had never met a man like him - painfully frank and direct! He is 30 years old, not engaged, not married, not divorced. I say this at the beginning to avoid comments that I got involved with the wrong man! In fact, there was nothing between us until the fall, when I went to study (I will not mention the city), and one day he texted me to ask how I was and to tell me that he missed me.

We agreed that when he returned to my city I would call him to see him, but I did not keep my promise. He called me late Sunday night and was angry that I had ignored him. We made an appointment in 15 minutes and that's how it all started.

I live in a small town and go home there every two weeks. He called me at least once a day, and when I came back we spent our weekends together, laughing and teasing. He welcomed me, he sent me away, he comforted me when I was sick, he gave me strength and courage!

We told each other that we loved each other, but it was not a strong, burning love. We both realized that our relationship was difficult and we had promised ourselves that we would tell each other if we decided we couldn't do it anymore!

The penultimate time we met, he was kinder than ever, but he told me it was time for him to be a father, and he joked that we were going to have a baby, so I would give up studying.

The next week everything was fine, he called me and wrote me nice text messages. Then, one day, he didn't call me, and I, strangely disturbed, called him. He told me that everything was fine, not to worry about him! For the next few days, he sometimes called, he was sometimes silent, and last Wednesday I called him and asked him if he wanted to tell me something. He told me quite nervously that he wanted us to part, and that we would see each other on Saturday and talk!

We saw each other, we talked, I cried! He told me that he had cheated on me, nothing serious, he didn't feel anything for her, he wasn't with her, it just happened, you left the disco with her!

He told me that I was so beautiful and young, full of energy, and he felt old and dying inwardly. He said that the distance is too great, that it weighs a lot on him when we are separated and he prefers to separate!

I left the coffee crushed by pain and loneliness! I was surprised by myself, I didn't know that I love him so much!

He called me yesterday. I felt so bad when I heard his voice that I wanted to hang up! He told me he cared about me and wanted us to remain friends! I told him that I was not able to be his friend at the moment and that it might be better not to call me. We wished each other a nice day and hung up.

So my question is: Is there friendship after love?