she was perfect, we even had the same taste in music, that indie underground stuff, if the heavens could have handpicked his soulmate if would have been her.sure she was older and super sophisticated but she was attainable.Her auburn hair really brought out the best of me.I loved her,I really did at least I thought that was it. 22 yr old polish art student dropout named Isla had moved into my studio apartment.We had spent the last weeks taking smoke breaks, finding ways to eat and sleeping together.
-there is no us, there never was
I had woken up to her ranting on this fine Saturday evening, she got the point across we were over.
-what... I said truly surprised, we were living a life of luxury together
-come on, you didn't actually believe it did you
-please, I'm too old to be falling in love with scrawny boys who dropped out of the 11th grade-she continued
I sat there stunned
the love of my life was tearing me apart, the dream slipping away from my fingers
-you thought this was real?
-i- I thought we had something special, um you said you loved me -I stammered
-please! that was after sex, every female does that
despite being able to bag a mature artsy chick, I was still naive.. shit. Still unfamiliar with ways of the cold world.
-So you used me?-my voice getting higher by the second
-that's how life rolls bud-she said not meeting my eyes
I was silent while she loaded her dark green 2001 honda civic with the few boxes she had. She blamed her lack of belongings on the upcoming minimalistic trend but we both knew she had a lack of funds. I knew for a fact she was heading towards her ex's house, a pretentious 27 yr old Swedish graffiti artist. That pretentious prick was the definition of an asshole
-We can be friends you know
all I heard was a chuckle, as she started to walk away
I was now more confused than ever, all media had taught me to respect women and end things amicably.
-take care kid, she shouted as she walked away,her pace causing her to already be down the street,her curvy body slowly fading into the san francisco street scenery
So there I stood,a 17 year old,no job,not a dime to my name and no parents.I couldn't even get the best thing in my life with to stay with more than 2 weeks.I was pathetic.
all i had to my name was a growing nicotine addiction,a love for all things romantic and a shitty blurry tattoo.Enough of this existential crap,I thought and walked inside my studio apartment,it was getting chilly after all.
