It’s not you it’s….

I’m tired of holding out hope for love. After a tumultuous end to a very intense love - the epic kind that you could only hope for - 3 years ago that resulted me in moving country in a pandemic, I finally allowed myself to hope again when I met Him. Wonderful guy, the first who gave me hope and made me really want to break my walls down for...lovey dates, talking, texting, sharing and today a call to say that he’s just not sure he can continue. That Covid and the strains of it feel too much. That he’s not ready for a relationship (not that I thought I’d asked for one). Leaves me wondering - the old “It’s not you, it’s me” has been replaced by “It’s not you, it’s Covid...” Which is worse?