I remember the first birthday out of a few with max. I think it was my 14th, or probably 15th. Time passed has my memory a little jumbled. I'm honestly probably not even telling these stories in order of events, but I'm trying. The morning of that birthday, Max forgot it. I think it took him 2 more to remember what day it actually was. At this point we were off and on. We were growing up and distance played a huge role in our relationship. He wanted girls there, I wanted him. Anyways, that morning he didn't tell me happy birthday, and I didn't remind him. I wanted to see if he'd remember on his own. I don't remember what I did that day, because I had plans with Nicole. The previous best friend I mentioned. Those plans fell through, because about halfway through the day Max told me he couldn't do the distance any more. That it was too much. All the while posting in a relationship on Facebook.
Maybe social networking really does ruin relationships.
*liked by Nicole - - - - -"
Why would she like his post? She knows it's not with me.
*2 comments*
Nicole: Thanks for actually posting it😍😍
Max: Anything 4 u angel :)
No fucking way.
All I did for them.
All the promises.
She knew every thing he put me through.
Happy fucking birthday, Erica.
YOU ARE READING
Move on Max
RomanceVery first story on Wattpad. Based on events that happened in my life, but I have changed all the names except my own because it's my story. How I became stronger then the boy who killed me.
