The rose and the sunflower.
The girl with the golden eyes and the boy with a golden heart.
The girl that believed love was just a fairytale and the boy that believed fairytales are just stories waiting to come true.
'I used to think love was a point...
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Two weeks. Two weeks of me fucking losing my shit because of everything going on.
Between breaking up with Mason and then overthinking my every word to Harry, I'm driving myself insane.
Oh yeah, I broke up with Mason. On his birthday too. It was just three days ago and the minute I did it, it's like a weight was lifted off my shoulders.
I can't take this. First he fucking ignores my calls and texts and then at three in the morning, I get a bunch of drunken voicemails from Mason. He's in fucking Spain for his birthday and it seems he remembered he has a girlfriend mid-fuck with another girl, based on the background noise.
Now that I'm awake and trying to call him back, every intention of breaking up with him, he doesn't fucking answer his fucking phone.
I'm pissed off, can you tell?
This is so much bullshit, I'm so over it.
The phone rings four times before I'm sent to voicemail again. It's okay though, I have a plan.
"Hey, it's Mason. I'm probably ignoring your call but leave a message I guess."
Even his voicemail makes him sound like a dickhead.
I let out a breath of frustration when I hear the beep, preparing myself to speak. I rehearsed this in my head before I dialled his number again and I intend to hit every beat of it.
"Hey, call me back when you- actually nevermind. I was going to say we really need to talk but I have no interest in talking to you. Your number might be blocked by the time you get this anyways." I have to stop myself from smirking because the fun part isn't even over yet. "I hate to do this to you on your birthday," I say in the most sarcastic way possible, "but in case you're drunk when you listen to this and need me to spell it out for you, I'm breaking up with you. It's not you, it's me and all that other bullshit. You know that's bullshit, don't you? That's it. Happy birthday, by the way. Enjoy your life, dick- I mean Mason."
I let out another breath, this time one of relief. Thank the lord that's over with.
That's how I did it. It felt good for all of five minutes before I had a complete breakdown. I started thinking about how it went wrong, how I clearly wasn't enough for him. This led on to me thinking about Harry and how I surely couldn't be enough for him either. I mean, putting it into perspective, if I can't be enough for a college twat like Mason, who says I could be enough for Harry?
I basically forced myself to get off of my couch to go skating around the neighbourhood in order to clear my head. I'm seeing Harry tonight so everything will be fine. Plus, Aunt Heather finally comes back home tomorrow morning so she can help me figure out what to do now. Even though she's currently single, she's the best at relationship advice, even better than Emma.
