𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙛 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚

prolong 3.1 (Luke)

Everyone I know wanted me to pursue football but only my parents knew that my dream was always cambridge. I wanted to do my undergrad in comp sci and then do my masters, get some work experience before starting my own company. That was always my dream and my goal.

My entire life was always planned out by me. Everything I did was always a small step in my masterplan. Everything except for the women in my life. That never goes according to plan.

When I met Genevieve in my senior year of high school I didn't actually expect to fall in love with her. I was never someone who believed in high school romance. Whenever my friends claimed to have found the one, I was always skeptical. How can we know who we'll love forever when we are only 17 years old? Then I met gen. And I prayed to the gods I don't believe in to never take her away from me. That's when I realized that it's hope not assurance. Hope that my love will last forever.

The 9 months that followed our first meeting was the highlight of my high school life. Gen was the highlight.

When you are living the best months of your life, you don't really expect or even prepare for it to end. You think it will last forever. You feel invincible. You feel on top of the world.

So when i got into cambridge, into the course i wanted. I thought that was it. The happiest a man can be. I was in love with a  girl who loved me back just as hard, and I was one step closer to the career I always wanted.

Breaking the news to Gen was harder than I thought it would be. Because the moment I said the word Cambridge, her eyes dimmed, her smile lost its sparkle and her entire face just sagged. Even though she tried to be excited for me, I just knew that she was unhappy.

So when I decided to go for one of my backup options closer to home. I was disappointed and grieved the loss of my dream but I loved her enough to make that sacrifice.

When I broke the news he said I was an idiot for choosing between gen and my career. But I thought it was worth it. I thought that was what love was, choosing one another. And seeing the light come back into her was worth it to me.

But then one day Gen called me over. And I guess a part of me knew something was wrong because I really didn't want to go. She broke up with me. And that was it, everything I did, all the plans that I made, the dreams that I had of our future were over in a second.

I knew I couldn't stay there any longer. My entire town was a tombstone of our relationship. So I got on the next flight to england.
I called Gen everyday, texted her multiple times a day. At first she responded and fed into the hope that we were okay. We just need a break. She just needed a break. Then she stopped picking up, a little bit of hope died away. She stopped responding to my texts and then I was blocked on all platforms and I just knew there was no more left of our relationship.

It was dead, gone and buried