You Stole My Breath (YSMB)

But I Want A Better One

Rachael Point Of View: 

Becky. 

Becky is my ex-girlfriend, we dated for a year before she dumped me with a single text. It's a long text, but still a single text. Ever since I was small, I dream to have a beautiful love life. Where a princess meets a prince then they get married, as any princess would in Disney World. I've dreamed about getting a prince of my own, someone who would love me and take care of me. Until everything changed during middle school. 

When Becky moved into the neighborhood, she was trouble and people barely talk to her. Back then, my face was filled with pimples... I still have some pimples now, but it wasn't a disaster as middle school when puberty hit hard and a bit too fast. That is why I'm short... 

One characteristic about Becky that caught my attention during my Sophmore year, we were friends in our Sophomore year. She's still trouble though, gets detention almost every day and would skip class so she could get a hit. Or whatever the shit they call a weed. 

It was after school when I found her alone in the music room, she was playing the piano and singing like an angel. The way her soft voice filled the room, the way her long fingers glided across the piano as she plays each note, and the way she does it, it's like she has a heart. I watch from afar as she played the song, that was the day when I realize there's another side of Becky I didn't know. It's hard to catch the soft side of her, but it's worth it. 

We started dating during our Junior year when my looks become more decent, I got rid of my glasses, got rid of my braces, and got rid of my pimples for a while. I started to exercise to be fit and to find someone who I could finally date. I've crushed on multiple boys, but I never ask them out. Until Becky ask me out on Halloween night, why? I don't know either, I wish she asked me out a bit earlier or later. 

Our relationship was wild and crazy. I wasn't lying when I told my sister that I lost everything on my first date with Becky. She took me for a dinner date, brought me to her house and we fuck each other. It was our last date together too. Why? Becky was taken to a rehab center and she kept on being held back by adults. She doesn't have time for me, she always chases trouble. She wants trouble, I would always ask why. It's the same reply every time, "It makes my life more interesting and fun, we've only got one life. Don't waste it, do what you can until the day you have to die and head to hell." 

Becky ended our relationship when she found out I was moving to North Carolina. I went numb that day when I read her text, it was a long one, but broke me. I love her, not because she's trouble or bad, or whatever people view her as. I love her because she cares about me, she wants me to find someone better, and she told me, she doesn't believe in love anymore. I don't know what happened that night, but it was also the last day I saw her. It's the last day when we've text each other. 

I reach for my phone and found Becky in my contact. Then I went to her last text, I don't cry or feel sad anymore when I see this text. I've moved on, and she doesn't want to be with me anymore. 

"Hey. I don't know how to start this or whatever the shit I'm going to write. But look. I'm back in the rehab center cause those bitches to be saying I'm a bit too addicted to weed, or whatever the shit. Also, I got a ticket again for speeding down the hallway. Man, no one wants me to be free. Life is free, you know, it's supposed to be wild and do the things you want to do until you're out of time. Anyways, I heard you're moving. Moving to where? Hell? I'm just joking babe. I don't know how to say this but, you're an amazing person. You care about me, you didn't push me away because I'm trouble. You give me love when others couldn't, my parents don't give a shit about me, but you do. My teachers let my grade drop, but you let it rise. My friends don't show me what a hug is, but you do. You're an amazing woman. I dated the most amazing person on this planet. I treasure every moment of us. I get it, our relationship is mainly sex, but you weren't complaining. Now how do I say this? I want the best for...you. I want the best for you, I want you to find someone. Someone who is better than me, someone loves you more than I do. I like you, I never love you because I know, you're too perfect for me. Find someone who loves you, someone who wants you, someone who gives you what I can't. Good Bye." 

Yeah, it's a long text. 

That's the tea about Becky and me, my past relationship. She isn't toxic...okay it was toxic when we fought a lot, but I guess, it's for the better when we broke up. 

Then how come, Hannah is similar to Becky? 

Hannah is nowhere close to Becky, Hannah is a nice person and she did a mistake back then. Whoever she cheated on, she regrets it and she hates to talk about it. Who did she cheat on though? Am I blind? 

Then, on the other hand, I've got Sam, a girl who claims our relationship as acquaintances. 

"What a bitch," I groan as I flop on my bed. For now, if I'm going to date another person, I want to a better one than Becky for sure. 

Which one is worse? 

Friendzone, or acquaintance-zone?