"Why can't you just love me like the rest of the girls your with!!"
A frame with a picture of us lands on the wall and glass breaks of into pieces onto the floor while some of the frame is somewhat intact.
The boy looks at me with dark eyes.
"Oh fuck off India! Like you know what love is.. You're just like the rest of these women. Your a hopeless romantic who believes that love will come her way if she just waits for the ONE" he spits sarcastically.
I stay silent not wanting to trigger him into another temper tantrum.
As He walks over.
He gets close to my face. I can feel him breathing down on the right side of my face.
"India ... You know what, You're not worth the pain and hard work"
I stare at him blank.
"You make me go through all this pain.. For what!
I feed you and care for you"
I'm just standing there like the idiot I am taking all of this stupidity in.
"I do Love you .. But you can't seem to do the same for me"
I've never met someone so hard-headed in my life.
Didn't I just imply that I have feelings for him?!
I raise my hand to be able to defend myself in this argument.
"BUT I FUCKING DO! DONT YOU SEE ME ARGUING WITH YOU ABOUT OUR RELATIONSHIP. I FUCKING WANNA FIX THIS AND YOUR JUST LETTING OUT YOUR ANGER ON ME"
I blew up like a bomb in his face.
Regretting what I did I slap my hand on my mouth.
He doesn't respond.
Yet
