alright i had to post again because i like reading your comments lol, now im done :)
one week later
november 30thit's been a week and billies been insanely distant with me. she doesn't text me back for hours, she declines my facetime calls, and when she does answer she's always making excuses to not hang out.
at this point i know she's cheating on me and it sucks because i really love this girl but clearly the feelings aren't mutual.
im gonna try and get her to come over today so we can talk.
imessage
my sweet girl 🤍
can you come over today?im busy
billie please
we need to talk.about?
stuff
can you just come please?ur right we do needa talk
ill be over in a fewyea she's definitely gonna break up with me. i shut my phone off and feel a tear running down my cheek. i knew this day would come but not this quick.
a hour later...
imessage
my sweet girl 🤍come outside
you're not gonna come in?
nah
okay
i put on a sweatshirt and walk outside with my hair stuffed in my hoodie.
i see her car and knock on the window. she motions for me to come in so i open her door.
my eyes are bloodshot red from crying so hard and she sees that. "have you been crying?" she asks me.
"no." i lie.
she stares at me for a second. "what do you wanna talk about?" she asks.
i stop myself for a moment. "are you cheating on me?" i ask her bluntly.
she looks taken aback. "no, why would you think that?" she asks.
"i don't know dude, you tell me." i say.
"sahar, im not cheating on you. but i do need to tell you something." she says.
"what?" i ask.
"i don't think we should be together anymore." she says and just like that tears fill up my eyes.
"why?" i ask sadly.
"i just think we rushed into things and we aren't meant for each other." she says.
a tear rolls on to my cheek but i wipe it off quickly. "what did i do?"
"i don't know, i found someone else." she says.
"what do you mean, found someone else?" i say.
"i just done wanna- " she says.
"who is it?" i cut her off. "tell me." i say.
YOU ARE READING
her
Romancewhy did i fall for her? i knew she would hurt me, and i let it happen over & over again. - sahar