How to Make Your Ex Boyfriend Want You Back – Common Mistakes that Drive Him Away

There are several ways on how to make your ex boyfriend want you back. But before you focus all your energy on them, you must also know the common mistakes that girls make. This is because no matter how you follow the tips, they will never pay off if you keep on doing the wrong moves. The incorrect actions will only drive your man away. So, if you are serious in knowing how to get boyfriend want you back, here are the things that you must never do. 

Stalking

If you think that being always around will win your boyfriend back, you are completely wrong. The number one rule for ex girlfriends is the “no contact rule”. You should stop following him wherever he goes and stop sending messages as they are no longer seen as sweet things to say to your boyfriend. Instead, he will view them as your desperate moves to get him back. Do not be like a maniac stalking him and checking on all his whereabouts. You will only look pathetic if you keep on terrorizing him and his friends with your presence. Instead, you need to get a life of your own. Get more sociable by surrounding yourself with other people. Set some distance until he realizes that he needs you in his life. This is an effective way on how to make your ex boyfriend want you back. 

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Non-Stop Explanation

Your man broke up with you because of a reason and it may not always be your fault, so stop explaining your side. Once or twice is enough. Do not explain more than that. He will not listen if you keep on insisting about the reasons why he should go back to you. The best way on how to make your ex boyfriend want you back is to show him that you can go on with your life even after the break up. Although you feel devastated, you will not allow the heartache to put your self-esteem down. Remember, you cannot convince your man to come back to you by enumerating all your good qualities. He has to see them naturally come out from you. One way on how to get your ex-boyfriend want you back is to improve and highlight your positive points. 

Making Him Jealous

Jumping on to another relationship or entertaining other suitors right away is not a good way on how to get ex boyfriend to want you back. In fact, this will ruin all your plans to win him back. Women who go on rebound relationships are not able to get their men back. They even fall into another problematic relationship. If you do not want to push your man away from you, stop making him jealous. Besides, it is never fair for another man to be used in your plans. 

Moving without a Plan

Another common mistake of women who fail to succeed on how to make your ex boyfriend want you back is working without a definite plan. You must understand the whole situation and know when and how to act appropriately. For example, you can think of cute things to say to your boyfriend. When you have a good plan, you can easily lure your man to go back to you.

Self-Assessment: Its Impact On How To Get Your Boyfriend To Want You Back

The moment a break up happen, most women tend to panic. The panic triggers  the ceaseless efforts to find ways and means on how to get your ex boyfriend to want you back or how to get your boyfriend to want you back. Sorry to say but it looks like a pitiful situation you are in. Of course you’re hurting and not a single world can exactly describe the anguish you are feeling right now. No amount of words can truly express the pain you’re going through.

 If it’s any consolation, many have gone before you and survived it and so do you. It’s not the end of the world and the world will not stop for you. There are numerous methods introduced, but there is one vital aspect that was taken for granted and is never emphasized. That facet may prove that you no longer need techniques on how to get your ex boyfriend to want you back or how to get your boyfriend to want you back.

You launch a self-assessment task to look deeper into your heart and soul. This is the one vital thing that most love advisers seem to neglect and not mention in their numerous techniques on how to get your boyfriend to want you back or how to get your ex boyfriend to want you back. In doing so, you are helping both you and him in dealing with the break up. You may be amazed at the things you will find out.

The self-assessment or reflection or soul searching is the process of deep critical analysis of yourself to find out your true emotions, motives and actions among others. You should ask yourself questions like do I still love him? Or I want him back because it’s the natural thing to do? Or is it because nature dictates that I need to have him because I can’t have him? Am I happy in my relationship with him? Do I truly want to be with him?

These are questions that you need to answer to be able to determine your true purpose in working on how to get your boyfriend to want you back.  When you do an in depth understanding of your feeling towards your boyfriend, you might end up learning things about your relationship and feelings towards him that you didn’t know existed. The worst thing that you can find out is you no longer love your boyfriend. When that happens, there is no use pursuing your efforts on how to get your ex boyfriend to want you back.

Before jumping into implementing techniques on how to get your ex boyfriend to want you back, you need to sit back and relax, it’s easier said than done but you have to. While at it, you let your mind be at peace even with the excruciating pain you’re feeling right now. Let it go, there is nothing you can do. You also need to acknowledge that the break up is real and accept it. Once you have accepted it you will have a more objective mind in looking back at your break up and your relationship with him.

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Coffee Connection

By: Camille Santos

Him

Here she comes – a regular customer – this time she’s got a backpack. I bet she’s bringing her leather-bound, dog-eared notebook again; she does so every other day. It’s hard not to notice her because she comes in during the afternoon when there aren’t many customers around, and besides, she always orders the same beverage – iced café mocha, double espresso – and sits at the same table every single time she comes here.

Her

Oh great! He’s behind the counter today. I’ve been looking forward to seeing him all week. I think he’s cool – I used to see him at school a year ago, I think he was taking up arts – but then he disappeared. I used to wonder where he went, because I think he is awesome, and it would be such a waste if he can’t complete his education – anyway. I found him here at the start of the new semester.
I better place my order now, though.

Him

Okay, here we go!
[Sighs]

I take her order. She goes to her usual seat at the far corner of the café. Something’s up with her today - her hair, maybe? Nah. I busy myself with preparing her drink. Business is quite slow today, though. No one has come in since lunchtime except her. Maybe it’s the weather.

Should I call out her name? Maybe – but hey, she looks busy. I wonder what she’s writing in that notebook. A poem? A story, perhaps? Or maybe she’s doodling in it, like I used to.

Okay. So maybe I should just approach her. Save her the trouble of fetching her drink from here.
[Chuckles uncomfortably]

Her

My goodness. Is it just me, or is he walking towards me with my drink in hand?
I should probably be concentrating on my writing. I. Must. Look. Casual.

I put my notebook down and pretend to flex my fingers a bit, which, I realized, is pathetic – I haven’t been doing a lot of writing since I sat on this stool a few minutes ago. In any case, he places my drink on table with a generic “here you go”.

Oh. He’s just being nice.

Him

And now I wait, hoping she comes across the note I have written on one of the table napkins.

Her

Seriously, what the heck?! I spilled some of my drink onto my notebook. I must look like a total klutz to that guy at the register – not that he’s looking at me or anything… but still.

Him

Okaaaaay… she spilled her drink.
[Clears throat]

Oh good, she’s grabbing some table napkins! I hope she won’t use the one I wrote my note on.

Her

Good thing he gave me lots of table napkins. He must’ve anticipated this – is he psychic or something?
[Smiles to herself]

I should write about this sometime. Psychic barista! He knows your orders before you place ‘em!

What’s this?

“You have skin woven from the fibers
Of shooting stars and a voice that
Sounds like iambic pentameter
Sonnets in the summertime.
You are beautiful.
Keep smiling.”

Him

Looks like she spotted my note. It’s a lame attempt at poetry, really. She’s looking around.
Look at me, look at me…

Her

He’s looking at me expectantly from behind the pastry display shelf.

Our eyes meet.

He smiles a sheepish, somewhat goofy smile.

Him

She raises her glass and smiles at me.

Random Thoughts: Some People La la la...

 By: Why Bee

It is said that the only thing permanent is change. I haven't lived that long a life but I've lived long enough to see people pass me by and change. Some of them I don't even think I know anymore. I sometimes stare at the grass and wonder how I grew apart from those I spent my childhood days with. Some of the people I used to know as sweet and simple are now daring and complicated some the opposite while a few never change.

A few days ago, I saw one of my favorite high-school classmates, she was dressed like any ordinary person going to church would but her face was still exceptionally beautiful. I was happy to see her after about 2 years of not seeing each other. I approached her even though she had a big entourage of friends and admirers. There I was, a small man in farmer's clothing coming near the center of attention and the people around had the expression in their eyes saying "Who are you little man?" To their shock she openly gave me a hug. She seemed very happy to see me too.

a few moments of talking to her and exchanging stories and the people around her mistook me for her uncle because of my mustache and the way I talked. I was beginning to think I wouldn't get home alive because of the way her admirers were looking at me. I was invited to come swimming them but I told her I was broke and can't pay for the resort's gate fee. Regardless of having no money with me at all, she gave me a free ride on her Van with her friends.

To clarify things she told them the long history we had together along with a few of our other friends. They laughed when they realized that we were merely good old friends, the girl I once knew as a sad and needing friend is now a beautiful flower admired by many.

Retrospection, Part 2: She left me her phone

By: Why Bee

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During that agonizing one week stay I had at the hospital, I rarely had companions who were relatives. My mom would leave me her phone so I could contact her whenever I needed something like food etc. I was very choosy because my stomach got constantly upset because of the amount of Antibiotics being injected into my body. I had to clean up every time I vomit and I felt sorry for the nurses and midwife that cleaned my bedding daily. I couldn't help it as I was too weak to get up most of the time, going to the comfort never seemed more difficult to me.

I was very envious of the people who shared the room with me, they had their loved ones around. The room was air-conditioned. The cold temperature was unbearable in the morning especially because of the constant evening rains. Call me selfish but doesn't anybody else yearn for their loved ones when they're weak? I knew my little sister was sick at home too, I did get a visit from a few relatives once, I just wished they stayed through the night with me. I had to change the linen on my back by myself and change my clothes even with a dextrose on by myself but I always told myself these were little things I could do by myself.

I'm a grown up, at 20 years old I don't need the aid of people to look after me when I'm sick, that's what I kept telling myself. It was hard breathing since water was accumulating inside my right lung, the diuretic made me urinate a lot and forced me to go to the comfort room frequently, the dextrose was like a cross I had to carry around. the person watching over my Room-mate offered me help from time to time and my temperature was at a constant 39.8 degrees or more, reaching 40.3 I could barely stand.
It was that cold night when I was expecting my mom to stay with me at the hospital because I was feeling really weak.

She left me her cellular phone so I could contact her. She did come during the afternoon, I asked her to buy Oats since it seemed like the only thing I could digest , my stomach would vomit anything else I ate. I was waiting for her for some time to come back from the store, but she didn't come. I sent her a message asking her where she was but she would not reply. I had a feeling she went straight home. Had I told her how bad my body felt she probably wouldn't have left me, but as the eldest son it's my duty to put myself last. I didn't show her how weak I felt even when I was frequently vomiting I held it in while she was around. Thinking I was alright she rushed home to tend to my little sister. This I confirmed when I asked my other sister if she was there.

She said sent me a message saying she would come back. But it was raining hard. It was deep into the night and I felt something bad could happen if she came such a long way just to stay with me. Although very reluctant and weak I asked her not to come and that I would be fine. She said "Thank you for understanding and I love you". Shortly after I kept sneezing, with every sneeze a lot of blood rushed out of my head and the doctors had to inject a few Vials of paracetamol because my fever was at around 40.5 degrees. My platelets were down and I felt I was crashing down. They were considering transfusion but I said I didn't need it, I had a legal waiver but I thought it was relieving to receive a friendly message even at such a painful trial.

Remembering what she said, I closed my eyes and told myself I would be alright. I came out fine, I felt good just remembering how she told me she loved me for the first time in a very long time. even if it wasn't in person, I think it was enough. Most of the time Pain is just a passing thing, whatever good we can take we should, life doesn't last long and neither do trials. My fever went down a few days after, although rather lonely at the hospital I learned to make the best out of my agonizing situation and as an elder brother, I had to set an example even when I was coughing up blood, Pain doesn't equal love, but that doesn't make it above finding even the slightest happiness. I may be selfish but I'm not that Selfish or heartless, I'm glad I have simple joys, otherwise that simple message would never have given me any strength at all.

Retrospection: When It Rains...

 By: Why Bee

Have you ever had nights when you want to write the saddest things, listen to the most depressing songs and just get things out of your chest? When it rains they say it pours, but what do you do when there is no shelter from that rain? Who do you turn to when there is nothing left? What do you do when the people you rely on the most are gone and the rain won't stop pouring?

I was confined for a whole week at a Hospital in my home province. I had pneumonia and Pulmonary edema it was nothing compared to the situation my Ward-mates had. Over the course of my long and uncomfortable stay, I shared the ward with many a sick people. Many of who had perpetually sad eyes and equally downing stories. One man I shared the room with was suffering from stomach aches saying he hasn't defecated in four days. The doctors were going to look into him which would cost a lot of money.


He was a lonely middle-aged man from Matatalaib in Tarlac, his Ex-Wife came by to see him and so did some of his children. One as I recall came all the way from La Union, she was a Lesbian and didn't seem to have much concern, then again, who am I to judge anyone? Instead of cheering him up, one of his children asked him "Do you have money to pay for your operation?". Apparently, he didn't have any insurance. "I have money at the bank!" He answered bitterly. They exchanged a short and seemingly heated conversation. I was thinking to myself. One day, when I have kids, how should I treat them that I won't one day end up like that poor man. He spent most of the time alone in pain without much comfort from family or friends.

I wanted to ask him how he ended up in his situation, broken family and all, but I thought it would be intruding into his private life. At that time there was but two of us in the ward. My younger sibling caught a fever so my mother had to go home and I spent nights alone at the hospital that way I didn't have anyone to tell me not to stand up or walk around too much so I got to chat with my Ward-Mates. There was only one bed in our midst and from where I was he seemed like he had the world on his shoulders. I politely inquired how much he estimated the stay would cost him all in all, I recall him saying something at above P.25, 000. I wanted to ask him who would shoulder his expenses but from where I stood and based on what his children said to him the night before, It doesn't take a smart person to know he was pretty much on his own.

I felt sorry for him, as he was being taken to the ICU a lonely man, I don't recall seeing him again, I sort of wish I had the right words to say then and there to somehow ease his pain, but there are things we just can't do for other people. My youngest ward mate was around 19 years old, he met an accident with his elder cousin and friend, he seemed happy though, having many visitors and support from his family. It was relieving to see new blood in the ward. With the amount of old people I had as company, I was beginning to feel ancient.

He didn't stay for that long though, it was just about three days. I had returned to a lonely state with no one to talk to. I was tormented by such boredom that I resorted to playing Solitaire on a deck of cards I asked my mom to buy before leaving me at the hospital. I do not want to play solitaire again! the mere thought of shuffling the cards gives me head-aches.

I experienced relatives crying over a patient who's in a really tight situation. There was a Diabetic who needed emergency dialysis, his mother was crying and I felt a bit nervous for him. The lights went out because of a power-out, this was cause for equipment to stop working for some time although there were generators. Apparently, that short amount of time was all it took to put him in a grievous situation. I was rather lonely too. I had no one visiting me but at least I realized that other people around me had far bigger reasons to grieve and feel bad. They took the patient to the Intensive Care Unit and this time I was alone in the Ward.

It usually rained during my stay at the hospital. I felt sleepy most of the time, I had a lot of antibiotics and painful medication injected into my body. The next person transferred into the ward had Arthritis and needed Dialysis too. His relatives were fun people, I had such a good time with them, sharing stories, I recall the patient being a member of the Cabildo family. Not that I'm a sadist but It felt really funny to see how he seemed like someone with either Narcolepsy or Hypersomnia. The Nurses would extract blood from his veins and he'd fall asleep in between extractions. He even asked the nurses for their names and his wife said "What? You can still recognize beautiful girls in your state??" She laughs it off and so do the nurses.

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After his Dialysis, he wanted to sit so his wife helped him up, but he didn't make it to the chair and instead sat on the floor, he looked so relieved and relaxed that the request was to be left there despite the nurses and Doctor's urging to help him up. They were such a sweet couple that I forgot how I was alone in the first place. Shortly after I was released from the hospital. I learned that no matter how out of place I may feel,humans have and adaptive trait that allows us to survive wherever we are or whoever we are with at that point in time. I learned that the world isn't on our shoulders to bear, a lot of people have bigger problems than I and I'm alive, that in itself, is an umbrella in the unending rain - the will to live on doesn't have to come from other people as long as we know how to save love for ourselves.