Paul

We stood there, on the beach that afternoon, side by side, just staring out into the ocean in silence. The shock of what had just happened was slowely wearing off. I was realizing that our relationship hadn't been anything I had imagined it to be. In fact, it really was just a month of lies. Two desperate people had fallen into each other to avoid loneliness, and instead, ended up feeling lonelier then either of them had ever felt in their lives.
"I am sorry." he said.
"I know, me too." I said not looking at him.
More awkward silence followed.
I began to wish that he hadn't told me the truth. Then we could have gone on with our comfortable lies, and I would still have a boyfriend. Or at least keep pretending I had one.
When we had first met, I wasn't sure how I felt about him, but he seemed to like me, so I decided to give it a chance.. I was tired of being hurt and I wanted to find love. True love. We spent that first night on the beach kissing and cuddling. I was worried I was jumping into fast, but I didn't want it to end either. He made me feel special, and that was something I hadn't felt in a long time. So we clung to each other for the next couple weeks after that hoping something wonderful was beginning.
I was becoming clingy and needy, wanting to have a relationship so bad, I drove him insane with my phone calls and drama. But he stuck around to my amazment. Maybe he wanted to have someone as much as I did, maybe ever more.
Then he informed me he was going to Canada to visit family for a week or so. Of course I wasn't happy, but I told myself it was only a week, and he had promised to call me often. I reluctantly kissed him goodbye. I didn't hear from him until two weeks later when he returned home. When I finally got to see him, he seemed distant and withdrawn. It wasn't till a couple days later when I found out the truth.
I was driving home from school, when he called me and asked me to meet him because he wanted to talk to me. My feelings for him had become quite strong at this point, and I was sure we were going to be together forever. I was sure what he wanted to talk about what was how much he had missed me and all the gushy romantic stuff I was dying to hear.
Instead, he confessed that in Canada he had cheated on me. I didn't feel anything at first, just shock and embarassment. So without a word I got into my car and drove off.