The Girl

Collector

There was once a boy who kept on pushing himself to me. I told him no, but he still ignored it. I told him no again, but still he chose to ignore it. 

I was dumbfounded when he punched my 153rd boyfriend when he tried to give me a peck. Like what-the-hell-was-happening-to-him? He then dragged me away.

He told me those guys don't deserve me. He told me those guys just want to have fun. I smirked. I knew everything all too well.

I slapped him when he tried to open the topic of my first love. He didn't have the right to judge me or say something about what happened to me before. It was all in the past. Though, it was true that I haven't moved on still, that I was doing this collect-and-throw style of relationshit because I was still hurt and bitter of my ex, but then again he didn't have any grounds to say it to me.

Pushing him was the easiest way to save my heart from another ache again. It was only to way to save him from the pain I would sure cause him when time goes by.

Soon, he'd forget about me. And I was right, after that heartfelting moment we had, my 153rd boyfriend dumped me. And he started to avoid me. He was avoiding me like I was diagnosed with AIDS.

I was hurt. No I was not not. Yes. I was hurt. But I could not afford another heartbreak.

Seeing him now with those sparkling eyes as they meet their gazes makes me regret what I have done But, that doesn't matter, I already have my 154th boyfriend now too.