Broken Again

My First Heartbreak

I have loved once.

But that has never been a hindrance to make me love again.

I recovered for a long time though, since I have to gather the shattered pieces of myself which he broke.

I lost some parts of me when he left but still it's enough for me to love again.

'Hey' he said while he walks towards me.

'Hi!' I greeted enthusiastically.

He looks a bit irritated.

'Why? What's the problem?' I asked in concern. As his girlfriend, I have to know what's bugging him.

'I want a break.' He wants a break? Well, I understand him because he's workaholic and now he realizes he needs break or a vacation in a province or even in a beach. Oh my! It's going to be exciting.

"Sure, where do you want to go?" I asked innocently.

"You don't understand. I want to break up with you. I want a break up. I want a break from you." He said continuously.

'But why? What have I done to you?' I asked as I hold back my tears.

'It's been what? 2 years and any man would had been tired in just one year. You're lucky I wasted my 2 years with you but, now I can't take it anymore.' He said proudly. It's like he had never loved me at all to say that.

'Did you love me?' I asked though I knew the answer.

'I never did.' That was straight-forward.

That's b*ullsh*t. How can we even have a 2-year relationship without love at all?!

'You never loved me? Oh don't give me that cr*p. How did we last for 2 years without even love at all?' I almost flipped out.

'I only see you as a rebound from a heartbreak two years ago and at the same time, you were just a dare to be finished after 2 years.'

'A dare?! The hell! As expected to boys and their freakin' hobbies.'

'I'm not sorry. That's just what we are.' He's still proud in this situation.

'How about those times when you're very sweet to me? How about those surprises? I don't believe that you didn't love me." I sound so desperate. It's the truth because I want him back.

'If I really loved you, I never would have broken up with you.' And with just that, I broke in tears as my heart broke into pieces. He left me. He literally left me. He didn't dare to comfort me even just a little bit.

That's my first heartbreak and that happened when I was 17 in America. After a month, here I am now at the airport. Preparing for a new beginning as I arrive back to the Philippines.