Why we broke up [Editing]

Hazy clouds and jealousy rain

Then summer was on.

It was like a state of mind. In some ways, summer was our romance. That's when we had the best time of our story.

Lots of things happened since that. From the first day of summer to the last one.

We passed days together, we talked longs hours in a row.

I met your family, you met mine.

Of course we fought sometimes. Sometimes it was about stupid things but it was nothing compared to our last moments together.

Many things, mostly good things happened that summer we were together.

We knew each other pretty much, because we had grew up that connection, and I don't know.

I passed days with your cousins and aunt and you had supper several times with my cousins and grand-parents. You never met one side of my family though.

Let's put the word french kiss here.

Without any explanation, you'd know better. Let's hope people forget about it. NOW.

And all of a sudden, summer was over. We went back to school.

That year, we were in the same class. I thought it was awful. But without knowing why. Now I know.

Jealousy killed our couple. It is one of the many reasons why we broke up, although.

It first started with you, being mad at me for having Samuel and Henry around me "all the times". Like it was somehow my fault if they were friendly with me.

But that was it. That was only friendship. You never understood that. I still don't know why. Maybe because of your, back then, lack of self-confidence. Because of your trust issues. But I don't think those are mine to tell. Or maybe because of your back then, fear of loosing me. I think you used to put me on some kind of pedestal. And gradually, you lowered that pedestal to finally smash it down.

Things happen, well.

Lots of things could explain why you were acting so selfishly, well jealous. Because, that first caused our big fights. You complained to me about those guys and how I seemed to like them a lot. (In your head it was lot more than you) And how that feeling was reciprocated.

It never occurred to you, that you were the only one I loved. Even when I repeated it, you never seemed to believe me.

After Samuel, you talked about Henry. And you came up with Parker. It was never ending. You talked about the "relation" I had with them.

That was when you wouldn't talked to me or when you would, it was only in monosyllables, until I notice it and put the subject on. Then, you'd talked nonsense about things you never understood. If in my head it was cleared like well, something really clear, that I didn't love those boys. In yours, it was crystal clear that I would eventually dump you for one of the boys.

What's so wrong with boy-girl friendship? Not all them ends up in a love story.

See, we were never friends to begin with. We always have been a "couple-to-be".

I mean, you even got mad at me for answering Henry's call during our Facetime, because his grandfather just died. He just died, so Henry called me to talk about it and you got pissed.

And one time, you kind of got in a fight with Parker. In primary and secondary one you were good friends and all of a sudden you don't talk to each other. And you thought it was legitimate to hide it from me, because you didn't want me to be pissed off. Because according to you, I was always mad. Somehow.

That Parker thing, was all William's story repeating itself. You did the same thing with William. You almost stop talking to him, because you thought we might fall in love.

Guess what, it never happened. And as you might know, he'll soon have a girlfriend, whose not me BTW. IN YOUR FACE. BITCH

My form of jealousy was toward your xbox. I hated it. Except when I could play Midnight Club. I hated the times you passed on your freaking Xbox because you were mad at me and didn't want to talk about it.

We both hated fighting with each other but always ended up so, because, well I don't know the hell why.

Because when jealousy came, problems followed, so did misunderstanding and not love. All but love. Fighting is never lovely.

But at first, we did not fight a lot. It came gradually. Just as I would go to sleep, you'd finally let out your frustration. So we'd talked about it, thought about, tried to find solutions about it. But what that's for. The same fight was back on, a while after.

That was a big mess. Our love was somehow a mess.

A beautiful mess, maybe.

But you know, cloud 9 is still a cloud. And hazy clouds near, usually means rain. In our case, it was jealousy rain. It didn't rained cats and dogs, I'd say fights and shattered pieces of who we once were.