Anti-Romantic Love Story

PROLOGUE

Graei kneeled and wiped his face soaking with tears.

“I want you to be my girlfriend, Mix” he begged with his teary eyes staring at me.

No matter how much I tried to be passionate about his sincerity, all that I felt was sympathy.

“Get up on your knees. I told you multiple times, it won't work” I looked at him unromantically. He's like an eyesore, a sad boy trying to gaslight me.

“Just give me a chance and I will show you how happy life can be with a man—”

“Enough.” I emphasized my voice. “Listen, Graei” I turn around, facing the sunset, and heaved a sigh.

“You and I can't be together. You want love, I want convenience. I want a man who doesn't require much of my attention, a man who wouldn't demand me unnecessary things that will just slow down my progress. I don't want a man who will just waste my time. I'm still young and I am reaching the expectation I settled with myself. I don't want to create an obstacle called a romantic relationship.”

I turn around and glanced at him.

“You want someone who you can hit up when you want to hang out and have fun. Someone who will update you every day about everything they do. Someone you can create romantic memories with while enjoying your youth. Yours involves feelings. While I'm anti-romantic. I only want someone convenient. Someone who will not bother me. Someone that will just be there while I'm growing as an individual and will just witness my progress. Someone that will understand that I am busy doing important and unimportant things and will respect my 'me' time when I just want to be alone and don't want to talk with anyone else but will come back whenever I feel like I want to. Toxic but I want it that way.” That's why all of my talking stage failed.

“You want a lover, I want a partner. You want it romantic through upside down while I only want to stick around when it's convenient. We have a very huge difference in perspective about relationship. I want someone that will not contribute to my success but will not be a hindrance for me to succeed.”

I heaved a sigh. “It sucks that my pride is making it hard for me to depend on someone that will help me grow because I don't want to have any debt of gratitude from anyone. I want to achieve things on my own”.

Yes, I am a red flag.

“I am independent and that is what's wrong with me.”

Looking from the outside, I may look like a sophisticated lady that makes men wanna crawl on me and own me. People might think that 'that guy' is very lucky but deep down, I pity whoever is gonna be my partner.

I am an independent woman who sees relationship as just a responsibility.

But sometimes it makes me wonder.

How does it feel to be loved and be inlove?