It's been a week...
It's been 168 hours…
It's been 10, 080 minutes…
It's been 604, 800 seconds…
… since the night I let go of the girl who changed me five years ago.
I know I'm being quite dramatic. You don't think I know how pathetic I look right now? I can see it in Allen's face as he indiscreetly force me to spill what happened a week ago. I know he might have some clues already. Why else would I be staying in his apartment? He's probably thinking Cass kicked me out or something.
Yeah so basically I've been crashing in Allen's couch for a week now. Beside from football practice which I'm playing quite badly, I spend my nights playing video games and eating all the fast food with delivery hotlines I can eat. I can't handle watching TV 'cause I always somehow relate it to memories with her.
You know what's even worse? I can't even watch The Simpsons anymore! I'm not kidding at all. I've never, I mean never, missed an episode of The Simpsons ever since I started watching the damn show. I even watch the reruns! Watching my favourite show hurts too much now. And I'm not even gonna pretend I don't know the reason why. It's always something I watch with her… even when I'm the only one that watches it while she reads a book.
That's really when I know that I've fallen to a deep pit.
I've been quite angry and a complete dick since then. I keep on snapping when Allen tries to say something to me. It's a miracle why he hasn't kicked me out from his apartment yet. Oh the wonders of the bro code. Always be there for your bro with a broken heart.
I look like I was railroaded with the dark bags under my eyes and the frown that hasn't lifted ever since that unfaithful night. If I didn't have to go to practice everyday I would probably stunk too with the lack of motivation to do anything else but wallow in self pity. My mind is wandering through all sorts of cracks and crevices. I've been thinking of cats videos on Youtube and as far as to the meaning of the universe… but never about her. It is just really too painful to think about her.
You ever wondered why the word 'hurt' has the same present, past, and future form? It's because when you are hurt, it will stay with you. It will never stop. There's always that little bit of pain that remains. Just like right now. I don't know if I'll ever recover.
"Dude, you look like a freaking hobo. Shave a little", Allen commented, jotting me out of my deep thinking. I glared at him.
"Fcuk off dude." Well it's true. I've never grew a stubble this long. It's getting quite uncomfortable. I always make it a point to shave every week. I just figured that she won't like my stubble every time I kiss… her.
He raised his arms as if a cop was arresting him. "Woah! Don't get your panties off in a twist! You've been acting like a teenage girl on her period lately. Just trying to lighten off the mood, sis." I know I'm in a fcuk-everyone-in-the-world mood lately. But I'm glad to have some sort of a support system right now. I let out some sort of a smile. Maybe the first one ever since what happened with her.
"Oooh", Allen cooed, "Baby's first smile. Hold on let me get my camera", he joked, scrambling around as if he really was looking for a camera.
"You're an idiot", I muttered, leaning my back to the couch.
"Yeah but I'm your idiot best friend", I raised my eyebrow at him. I know we're best friends but we never called each other that. Too much man pride, I guess. "Yeah, I know cheesy right? But as your best friend or whatever you like to call it, you can tell me anything. I know you haven't been camping on my couch just because you feel like it."
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Beautiful Goodbye
Roman d'amour"You need to break up with me", Alex said. Alex Turner and Cassandra Wilkins have been together for almost five years starting senior year. They had what you call the perfect relationship. But one morning, Alex suddenly felt everything was wrong. H...
