A Date To Remember

Chapter One: Birkin

Love fucking sucks.

It really does.

It sucks your vulnerability and energy dry.

It eventually sucks your money dry, too.

I can't believe I've wasted my time, energy, and unfortunately a lot of money on that cheating asshole of a loser. He wasn't even that hot to begin with, and I regretted every second that I shared with him.

I stared at his photo on my phone, zooming in on his face and observing him closely.

I once read somewhere that you can tell when a person isn't genuine just by looking at their facial expressions captured in photographs. You can learn by the way they move their facial muscles and their smiles, and you can easily study the reactions that they emit, trying to see if deep down they're lying wolves with cute sheep exteriors.

Well damn, I guess I couldn't do any of that.

Focusing on each of his features, I noticed a big, cheerful grin plastered on his face. There was nothing weird about the photo nor his expression, ㅡ he looked rather relaxed and happy, seemingly posing with a smile looking at ease. Using my fingertips to shift the photo to the side, I then examined my own expression next. I too, had a happy look on my face. Pinching my screen, I zoomed the photo out and looked at our faces side by side together, where we both posed with a peace sign next to our smiling faces. We looked fun and cheerful, pretty much like every other happy couple.

If we were that happy, then where did I go wrong with this asshole?

Where did we go wrong?

I scoffed, quickly hitting delete on that photo I once used to love so much. I started picking out all the photos that I had of us, grouping them together to delete them all at once, and then re-confirming the deletion once again to clear my recently deleted album collection. There's no point for me to keep these any longer even if I looked good in those photographs, which is in this case, in almost all of them.

What can I say? I am pretty photogenic myself. I am well aware that I look handsome in real life but damn, I look pretty good on camera too.

It's so unfortunate that I couldn't save these photos just to look at myself. I sighed.

As I swiped through my camera album to delete the remaining hidden photos scattered around, I couldn't help but recall the fond memories of our time together. Even though I couldn't bear to look at him in person now, he was my partner for the last four months, and nothing else could change that matter. A fact is indeed a fact, and for all those times, I had his face etched right in the middle of my heart.

I was a fool.

I had every tiny thing about him memorized by heart. The way he walks, the way he talks, the perfect fit of his hand in mine, and that smile of his ㅡ it's all imprinted vividly deep inside my mind. Unlike the photos on my phone, none of these can be deleted so easily with one click. I guess it's one of the growing pains that I now have to live with, no matter how painful it can be.

Out of the blue, more memories began flooding in, reminding me of his precious smile that could lighten up an entire room. He was as delightful as morning dew, easily capturing everyone's affection, all including mine. Undoubtedly, he exhibited a charming presence, making heads turn whenever he walked by or when he entered a room. Little did I know, his charms would be a tool for taking advantage of others, myself included. It's unimaginable how I fell for it, all swayed by his nice smile and radiant, endearing personality.

Endearing personality my ass, my inner voice echoed in my head, ringing with sarcasm each time I think about him. The thought of his face made me snicker in despair. I hate his stupid smile. I wish I could rip the smug right off his face and tear his skin to bits. He broke me.