Things ended this afternoon with someone I was dating for two weeks (knew of each other's existence for another two and a half before that from a dating app). While the 20 hours we spent together across the three dates were amazing, he chose to ended things because he didn't feel that his mental health was good enough for him to back into dating at this point in time (I believe that this is the only reason if he says so since we are both fairly straightforward, he spoke a bit having a shitty week a few times and we were also both exclusively dating). The intimacy we had felt so good, we had engaging conversations, the silences felt comfortable, we were forward about how we felt, we could talk about the mundane and shitty stuff in our everyday lives, we had a lot of fun being together, we were attracted to each other physically and personality wise. I am proud of him because acknowledging mental health issues are difficult for men in a unique way (would say the same for women and gender non-conforming people in different ways) and because if you care about someone that much; you want the best for them and hope trust them in making those choices. I also think that starting out dating when you have very low self-esteem can be problematic at times, such that if you love yourself at 20%, the other person may only have to love you at 30% for you to get the kick of feeling good (this is what narcissists consistently try to take advantage of). That said I'm sad, although I do not believe that my feelings should override his ability to do what is best for his well-being. I basically wrote this to validate the sadness/downess I feel about someone I only recently started dating. Sometimes you could meet the right person at the wrong time.