january 23rd was the day i met you, and i won't forget that day.
later that night, you called me, and i got so scared because it was unexpected. you asked me what i wanted to talk about. i had nothing in mind, then you just started talking about your exes. i listened because i wanted to know if you were hurt. you weren't, until you talked about her. your 6 month relationship with her about how much she hurt you. and how it all happened 1st semester, and how she had just cut you off so suddenly. i wanted to sound supportive so i told you to talk to her, and if she ignores you, then she lost someone great. it was my turn to talk about my exes, and it wasn't really as interesting as yours were. i told you everything, and then you had started blabbing about a movie you were watching. every 5 seconds there would be an, "oh shit !" or, "what the fuck bro !".
it was getting pretty late and i told you i was tired, so you said goonight, and so did i.
the following mornings i woke up to the same routine, every day. a week and half later, after we met, i woke feeling...different. i felt like something small but important was going to happen. i didnt know what it could've been, but i was going to find out.
it's because of you, that my life feels like a movie.
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