He had told me he loved me. I believed him. Somehow, in the three month span of our relationship, my walls slowly began to crumble, and I allowed myself to respond with the same feelings.
He began to drift away.
Two weeks later, I receive a text before going to Walmart.
"Um I am sorry to say this but I don't want us to be very serious so we should break up."
I think your first heartbreak is the one that will stick with you for the rest of your life. You can't forget when you find yourself speeding towards a department store's restrooms, you can't forget crying in a stall, feeling so low, feeling so naive. You can't forget texting him the lie that "It's alright, I understand." Evidently his love was nothing more than a simple temporary muse, nothing true, nothing more than a lie that haunts my every moment.
It's my fault for giving you my heart.
I love you.
