"It's just not the right time" is a phrase I've heard one too many times. When, exactly, is the right time?
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I struggled to yank it out of my jean pocket.
Can woman's jeans ever have big enough pockets? I think it's unfair that men can fit a whole book into their pants when women can barely fit a wallet.
The phone finally popped out, hitting the ground hard. I cautiously picked it up, praying it did not break. Luckily, the screen was perfectly intact. Sadly, that's where my luck would end for the day.
I glanced blankly at the screen in my hand, reading the notification a million times. This just couldn't be right. He definitely did not mean to send that to me. Autocorrect must have flipped the text way out of sorts.
"Hey. I think we work better as friends. It's not you it's me-"
My ass.
"You can drop off my sweatshirt on my porch whenever you can."
You have got to be kidding me. The guy who I had been dating for 3 months broke up with me. Over text. How did I ever stoop so low.I shut off my phone and put it on my kitchen counter, wishing I could erase that text from my memory. I walked over to my room, opening the door to see the spotless condition I left it in.
The sweatshirt he mentioned in the text was in the bottom drawer of my dresser. I stooped down to pick it up, being careful not to mess up any of the other clothes in there. Looking at the sweatshirt, all of the memories came flooding back.
Our first date at the movies. My cheeks flushing bright red when his hand brushed mine. The warmth and security that came from his hug goodbye.
Our second date to the amusement park. Riding every ride until our heads spun. Shivering uncontrollably due to my cute, but not functional, outfit. Feeling so small in the boyfriend-sized sweatshirt he offered me.
At that moment, I snapped back to reality. How was I so blind to his true colors at the beginning? He is the type of boyfriend to fall asleep and forget the date. He is the type to not respond to your text message until the next day. He was the type to dump you over text.
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Allergic to love
Romance"It's just not the right time" is a phrase I've heard one too many times. When, exactly, is the right time?