Nice To Meet You 2: Second Loves Are Angels That Teach Us Lessons

Chapter 2: But You Also Brought Out the Worst in Me

3 months.

That was all it took for our relationship to last. It was a brief and short-lived 3 months. And when we ended, I looked back to the first 5 months we've spent together with our friends, on how we carelessly lived during our younger years, and maybe that was the Sophie that he fell in love with.

There were all those after-party events that we had with our friends, there was my birthday, University events, Christmas and New Year, his birthday, our friends' birthdays, and maybe somewhere along those time, we fell apart. All of the sudden, there was change. A change I did not see coming and did not prepared for. It brought us apart and it broke me again.

Although our time together was short, I invested so much in him. I gave him more than he could ask for and even more that I could actually give. I gave him everything I had thinking we would actually last, thinking that we would actually be together until the end. I gave him all I had because I thought it would make him change his mind and stay. But I was wrong.

I was wrong to think that things would be solved that way because after a while I realized that being pretty doesn't keep a man, being generous doesn't keep a man, sacrificing for him doesn't keep a man, being loyal, faithful and good to him and everyone around him doesn't keep a man, and having sex won't keep a man either. Because the only thing that would keep a man is a man that wants to be kept.

And that's where I went wrong - Coy isn't a man. He is not someone who's ready to grow up and face the rocky roads of life. He's not man enough to face and start commitments because getting too serious is not actually his thing and it scares him. He's not man enough to start thinking about his future because he's too comfortable and all he could think of is to just eat and play.

I actually wanted to ask him before if he really loved me for who I actually am and not just for the best I was when I was in the stage. Did he really found me at my worst and stood beside me so I could be strong or was it just what I thought? Was I too blinded of the thought that finally, someone would be proud of me for who and what I am? Was I blinded by my cravings and needs.

Did we really, actually loved each other that much for us to taste a glimpse of each other's souls? Did we really know each other to give each other a part of us?