The Break Up

Short Draft

I was used to not being the best at choosing who to date, normally getting myself hurt or cheated on. That was until he came around, making me feel like the most amazing girl in the world. Though I feel like that act was all to cover up how he really was. I did truly enjoy the start of our relationship, the goofing off on games, always wanting to call, or just talk. Always calling me your "Pretty Girl" which did really make me feel pretty. All the night calls that helped both of us sleep as well, all the little "Good mornings" and "Good nights". Made me feel like I had finally found the perfect one. Oh how badly I was wrong.

It started with him becoming distant, always wanting to do his own things, never wanting to talk even if I could see his online status. The silence normally lasting hours to the point I'd have to beg his brother-in-law just to ask him to check his phone. Being left on delivered for hours then told that I was boring him? I'll admit my mental health wasn't the best at the time but that didn't mean I wasn't trying my best to make him smile. Though I was stupid to even try for a boy who didn't even want it, But I thought it was love, that he cared like how he said he did.

All the sweet nicknames and paragraphs I'd wake up to, though in the end the same paragraphs were sent to a different girl. One that I suppose was better than I was. I guess that's who he was always talking to when I could see he was online, even if it meant I was left on delivered the entire day or even week. At least he was happy it seems, though that's all I really wanted. Was for him to be happy even if it wasn't with me.

Though I didn't expect it to be only a few day's after my older brother had passed away, all for him to blame his own mental health and mine to be the cause of all of our issues. All cause I was asking almost everyday at that point if I was boring him, I would of sadly let him go before if he would of just told me. Though in the end it would of probably stayed the same. The same hurt I was feeling, the same dirty way I felt for letting him close to me. Clearly I still have a lot to learn even being a stupid adult.