A short story of a love breakup

My heart is broken

- Mila, what's wrong?

- Don't do this.

- Do what?

- Treat me as if we are everything when, in real life, we are nothing.

He looked at me and didn't say a word. My tears began to fall. He was intact like what I've just said didn't matter at all.

- I can't continue with this game. You come to me, make me feel something for you because it's inevitable, then I tell you what I feel but ¡oh, surprise! You don't feel the same, when you actually showed it to me like a hundred times. I also imagined a future together. You told me that you were not ready for a serious relationship, that you needed time. I respect you decision, but you must respect me too. I'm not going to be there forever, at your disposal. I'm human...- I couldn't stop crying, my voice started to crack. – I have emotions, feelings and thoughts too. I had plans for both of us. I see you in my dreams, where we are happy and everything is fine. But then I crash with the reality. This fucking reality where everything is worst than wrong. Where you don't even look at me and when you do it's only for five minutes to get what you want. This is not how it works, London. You can't make people have feelings for you and then tell them that you are not ready to take care of them. It hurts. It hurts like hell seeing how you walk away slowly with no reason. And after a while you come back and the circle repeats, because I didn't have enough time to heal myself, to get over you. – Pause- Don't come back ever again. I need to think about me, I need to know what I'm feeling. I need to set priorities and unfortunately, you're not part of them.

Silence.

The only noise in the room was my heavy breathing from talking and trying not to cry at the same time. He looked at me quietly until he said:

- I understand you and I respect you. I promise not to bother you anymore. Goodbye, Mila.

And he left without saying any other word.

That broke my heart into million pieces. Million pieces that I would never put back together again. Love hurts. Love is good for absolutely nothing. Every time we love, we get hurt. He walked away showing me what he really felt for me in that moment: nothing. 

I couldn't take it anymore. I collapsed right there. I cried until I had no more tears to spill. It's awful watching someone walking away because they didn't love you the way you did. It's horrible. I did love him, I did like him. Why can't he stand by me? Why unrequited love exists? My chest hurt from feeling too much.

London was my first love and the only one I'll love for my entire life. I got tired or feeling like someone who cannot be loved. Is it that hard to love me?

That was the end I needed to pass the chapter. Hereinafter I'm the priority, no one else.