Me And You

Breakup

We broke up, a month ago. I'll come straight to the point.

It started like this. One day at the playground, she came up to me and said:

"We need to talk,"

"Hey, what's up,"

"Who is that girl?"

"Who?"

"The one you were talking to in the canteen."

"Oh that, she is my close friend, Jenny,"

"Hmmm,"

"Why what happened?" I asked.

"Oh, Nothing. Listen, will you do something if I ask you to? Promise me," asked Emma shyly.

"Okay. I promise. What is it?" I asked.

"Hug Me,"

"Huh??" I said, surprised.

"What? Are you a chicken? You promised. And I saw Alex and Janice doing it." said Emma.

"Uhh... ok. Fine," I replied with slight excitement.

I hugged her. I never hugged her before because I thought it would be awkward. But it was lovely.

Over the days, I noticed her face was gloomy again. So one day, I sat down and talked to her back.

"Hey, Emma. What's wrong?"

"Nothing"

"No. There is something. Tell me. What is it? Is it something I did?"

"Kinda,"

"What did I do?" I asked.

"Every time I see you, you're hanging out with your friends. You are not serious about us. The first month was great. But now you only spend time with me if I call you or if you notice me. You're not serious about us. Like now. You came here only because my face looked sad, "

"That's not true. I care about you,"

"You are more of a childish character. You wanna have fun. But I'm not like that. I want to enjoy calmness. I just want you, not your childishness,"

"Are you asking me to change my character? You know I can't do that. It's who I am. Why should I change it just because someone told me to?"

"I just thought that it would be best for both of us,"

"NO. There's a long history for my childishness. You wouldn't get it,"

"What long history? It's just a character. Nothing more. You're talking as if your childish character was rescued from a danger... Alright. Fine. If you want to be childish, be. I don't care. Just remember that I won't be there with you,"

"Wait. Are you serious?"

"I never thought that it would end like this, But it has to. You were my first love, but we are opposites. There's nothing common between us. There's no spark,"

At first, I thought she was joking. But then realized that she wasn't.

"What about drama, cheesecake?"

"You name three more, and I'll be with you,"

I thought. I thought and thought. Nothing. Emma looked at me, reading my face. She knew I was blank. Finally, she said it.

"Let's break up," she said with resistance.

"Oh....okay. Fine," I gave up. Without further delay, I agreed with her decision. I was willing to look needy just to keep her. But this can't go on further.

She left, and I remained there, thinking about whether I'm to blame for my insecurities. It was awful to see her go.