A Simple Life

The end

"I want to break up..." He said, his face soft yet stern... as usual.

I knew this was coming... I had known for two weeks. And i had cried for two weeks. I was prepared for this... or at least i thought i was.

"I believe we would be much better off as friends. We wouldn't feel obligated and hurt each other... So what do you think?"

I know what you mean... And i think i am an idiot.

"Yeah... i think so too." I said... Swallowing the tornado of emotions that was ravaging trough me.

"Really?! Awesome!" He exclaimed with a smile.

I mimic his expression... Seeming ok with it is the best option for me right now.

"I am so glad that you are ok with this."

"Yeah... almost. I have been crying for the past few weeks, ever since you told me there was something really heavy you needed to tell me."

That wasn't really the best thing to say... But it is the truth. I didn't want to make him feel guilty about this. Even though this was what happened.

"What? Really? Oh i am so sorry Mell. I was hoping that this wasn't going to happen." He mutters, eyes filled with guilt.

I give him a confused stare while my brain struggled to presses his words.

Does he really think like this? That i wouldn't cry when he dumps me?

"It's ok. I will be fine." A forced smile and cheerful voice did the trick. The brightness in his eyes returned again.

This is the most rewarding thing in the world. Seeing his eyes filled with joy and his childish smile plastered across his face. Seeing him like this is like a drug to me... A drug that i may never get to have again.

"We can still be friends. And i don't want to break contact with you." His cheerful voice digs deep into my heart.

"Yeah, sure."

"Well i'll see you around then."

One last hug and he was gone. I was left there alone... Standing and staring at his back as he walked away.
I wanted to cry and so i did.
I cried the entire way home. Tears rolled down my eyes as i walked on the pavement. I couldn't hold my loud sobs. A woman tried to talk to me, but i ignored her.

'I just want to go home...' I though as i entered the bus.

This was one of the worst days of my life. A day that i still remember clearly. The moment of my first ever break up. Only two days before our 3 year anniversary, but who cares about that. Well i sure did back then.