I had been with my boyfriend for 2.5 years before he dumped me unceremoniously and out of the blue a few weeks ago (we're both 25 and have both been in serious relationships prior to this one). I was (and am) devastated. I love him with all my heart, and I thought he was the one. He told me he felt the same way. When he broke up with me, his reasons ranged from "I'm not good enough for you" to "I don't love you like I used to." I'm assuming the latter is his real reason and the rest were designed to soften the blow/his guilt. Background: This has happened before, and when he asked for me back, he promised to be more committed, to love me like no one else could, and to make an effort when things got rough instead of running away. Looking back, perhaps I can see signs that he didn't love me as much as I loved him. He was no longer as excited to see me as I was to see him, he lost interest in investing time, energy or money into our relationship, and I didn't feel like a priority. I attributed these things to normal post-honeymoon stage settling down and typical 25-year-old guy behavior. The good outweighed the bad by a longshot. We were partners in everything we did, we were in contact 24/7 and saw each other as often as we could, and shared a sense of humor I doubt I'll be able to find in anyone else. What I need help with is this: How do you face rejection from the person who means more to you than anyone else? I was not enough to keep his love. How do I stop that fact from breaking my confidence completely? Mentally I can find no way around the fact that I love him to death, but he doesn't even want to talk to me (don't worry, I haven't contacted him since the breakup). People keep telling me we just weren't a good fit, but the fact that I thought he was fantastic makes me feel like I was the one who didn't fit. I have hobbies, good friends, a good job, a handful of a dog, and though I don't bike, I have a love for marathoning. Even with all these distractions, though, I still feel like each day is something to get through. I know I shouldn't, but I use hopes that he'll come back to push down thoughts of him finding someone else and forgetting about me. I almost don't want to get over it. I feel defective, but the sense of loss has sucked all the joy out of my life, and the guilt of anything that I might have done wrong is all I can think about. Am I an over-emotional drama queen in need of major therapy? How do I become the kind of girl who doesn't need anyone, who can brush this kind of thing off and move on?