A short vent story

Breakup

Looking down at my phone, I smiled joyfully, waiting ever so patiently for her to reply. I knew something was up, and I had for awhile, but I stayed as positive as I could, keeping a bright smile on my face. For weeks something was off about her, making me question whenever she said "I love you" and I couldn't believe it. For some reason, she acted offish when next to me, always looking off to the side, never giving me the attention I would like. Maybe I was just being paranoid, or maybe my thought of that was actually true. I sighed and tapped my foot impatiently on the ground. I had texted her not too long ago, asking again if she still liked me. Last time she said she did, but there was no way she sounded sincere about it.

Then in no time, my phone dinged twice, where I quickly reached my way over to look at the message that had been sent to me. The screen brightly glowed in front of my face, and I opened the messaging app I had, and my once happy expression changed into nothingness.

'I don't know Im sorry I've wanted to say for a while I just didn't want to hurt you I guess I don't feel like romantic towards you Im sorry but I can't,' the message said.

I was devastated. We had been together for months and months, ever since the beginning of the year to be exact. I loved her. I loved her so much and this hurt me. The worst thing was, was that she had told me, almost a week or so ago that she still loved me. She said those three magical words, those words that made my heart flutter and my head swarm with overwhelmingly happy thoughts. Then everything changed. I lowered my head, gripping onto my phone tightly before my eyes began to tear up. She lied to me, and upon being so sad about it, I was also angry– furious even that she would tell me such a lie.

I soon stood up and sighed. A walk would be nice. It'd let me clear my mind.