It's a long, tormenting cycle, we get together, brake up, she gets back with the other guy, breaks up with him, and it starts over. Over and over and over. The thing I find funny, if you'd call it that, is everyone loves it when they get back together. But everyone hates it when we do.
I still remember the last time we broke up.
I didn't go to school because I was sick. Apparently she had texted me while I was sleeping. I woke up at 5 pm due to a nightmare. I was sweating heavily and it was hard to breathe. I rolled off the couch, making a loud thud on the floor. I groaned and walked into the room I shared with my ungrateful sister, of course she was watching YouTube. I grabbed my phone off the cheap tiles. I pressed the power button, waiting for the familiar wallpaper. It didn't turn on.
"Great, my phone isn't charging." I whispered to myself.
"What?" My sister said, "Nothing, I wasn't talking to you anyway." She turned back to her tablet. "Whatever."
I plugged the blue-ish black phone in, expecting the screen to light up and say "Low battery, please wait for a higher percentage to turn phone on." The screen stayed black. I instantly started panicking and ended up having a coughing fit. After it was over I continued to bend the wire of my charger untill it finally worked.
"Finally..." I took another short nap and woke up at 6:49 pm. I grabbed my phone and held down the power button untill it started up. My notifications were clogged with Wattpad book updates and stupid Facebook updates.
I kept swiping them away, then I noticed a text.
"Oh, she must be wondering why I wasn't at school." I opened the text and saw a paragraph. It was too familiar, the same I'm sorry, I feel bad paragraph.
My heart sunk, I thought we were doing good. I guess I though wrong, yet again. I didn't answer, I cried. She kept texting me.
"Hello?"
"Are you there?"
Two months later and I still haven't replied. Ever since that break up, I've been even more of a mess than normal. I'm always on edge, I can barely look at them without wanting to cry. My grades dropped, I avoid my friends. I leave social media without warning and randomly come back. No one's really noticed in my life though, because they're all saying attention to them.
I bet I could even start doing it again and they wouldn't notice. Everyone's always talking about them right in front of me.
"They make such a cute couple!"
"I can't wait for them to get married!"
"Aww, they kissed!!"
Right in front of me. And the whole school knows we were dating.
It's like no one even supports anything I do with her.
I can't even hug her without people saying she's dating him, or giving me looks like I'm going to "steal" her from him. I hate it.
He even thought I was going to "steal" her from him.
How?
She's the one who always breaks up with me for him.
I honestly don't know why I even bother with her anymore.
Actually, I do.
She's the first person I've ever actually been in love with.
Not just some stupid little crush.
I'm not going to get over her anytime soon. Everyone else who I think I might like has someone else or hates me.
What was the point of this story anyway?
I honestly don't know.
