and i hate how you made me question myself
when you were the problem all along
i cried. i cried and i cried. it hurt so bad.
how was this happening?
"we started talking while we were on our break" he told me.
just one day after our break up, he was in another relationship.
while i was at home, thinking death heavenly, he was with someone new. threw me out the door, didn't even care about me.
I so desperately wanted to get a reaction from him.
"i don't want your sweatshirt" i told him
"i don't want it either, throw it away. set it on fire. whatever"
"i'll give it back to you" i said
"no. it's yours now. it was never special to me, i gave it to my ex Bri before you"
my heart dropped, ouch.
"i don't think i can handle seeing you right now, don't come to my house."
i knew exactly what i was going to do. My best friend picked me up. We went to a party at one of my previous ex boyfriends friends, Brody enjoyed seeing me again. he didn't want me to leave but it was time for me to make a pit stop and go home for movies and ice cream
i wrote the note on the back of a lint roller paper.
'have a nice life Quin, love Bri and I(and probably Krista too). p.s. fuck you'
her car was stopped on the side of the road by his house. i would put it on his car so we wouldn't miss it. The clock struck 2 am.
I got out, running to his yard where i looked in the window. there he stood. it's seemed forever since i had seen him. i was numb as i stood in front of his yard.
i took one look at the sweatshirt in my hand and chucked it into his yard. then ran for dear life into my best friends car.
the next morning, he had me blocked on every form of social media he had. i thought it funny at first, but then soon became depressed.
i didn't eat.
i didn't sleep.
i didn't think.
this wasn't the ending. but it was the aftermath.
