My name is Sara. My husband and I broke up once. It was for maybe two months. He had no interest at the time in being in a relationship, and I did my best to try and understand but it didn't make me love him any less. I loved him so strongly, I refused to give up on him no matter what. I “knew” in my heart that he loved me too and that we would end up together. I don't know how, I guess you could call it intuition, and believe me, I felt crazy for it. I gave him space (after trying to get him to just talk to me), realizing he needed time, and basically hoped and prayed that he would find it in himself to give me more time to show him how much I loved him. After not speaking very much for a week or so, we started hanging out a little at a time. We decided we could be friends and at the time we had many conversations about how we felt like we worked better as friends, although in my heart of hearts, it didn't feel right because I wanted more, but I kept it to myself bec