20XX
You haven’t changed at all.
That was the first thing that came into my mind when we bumped into each other at the sidewalk in front of this hole-in-the-wall restaurant in our sleepy, little town.
I can see in your face that you think that I’m actually interested in your well-being. I don’t care about you.
As expected, you didn’t take the hint. You followed me to the restaurant where I was dining with a friend, sat down without being invited and you were very rude. You weren’t good at picking up social cues. If you were, you should get the hell out of my face.
I heard that you're back in school. You’re a bum since you shifted from course to course in college. You didn’t even graduate. Perhaps you're tired of living such a low and dissolute life since we broke up. Or perhaps you want to become better for your new girlfriend.
I really don’t care.
It's been more than two years after we broke up. We spent two and a half years together before we went on our separate ways. We were walking on different roads before the second year ended. I started to work; you started an affair.
I don’t talk about you and what used to be our relationship. It gives me hives to remember. Maybe if I bury it under the earth like I buried your letters and burned them with roaring flames, I could erase our history.
You were my first boyfriend, my first everything. We used to spend hours on the phone, skipped afternoon classes and shared dreams. You knew how to make me laugh. What you looked like didn’t matter.
Oh, you were supportive, sensitive and sweet. You were a master of grand romantic gestures because you gave me teddy bears, flowers, cards and little trinkets. I appreciated that because I know that you were always on a tight budget but you made an effort. You used to walk me to school and fetch me from class. You talked to me way into the wee hours of the morning. You spent every waking moment with me.
I think I grew into you because of your efforts. You were very persistent. Then you tied me up tightly with invisible iron chains. You wouldn’t be able to fool another girl like me EVER. I was out of your league and everyone never let you forget this.
My life was like a caged bird’s. You guarded me so closely and handled me so tightly with your iron fist in kid gloves. Since we were schoolmates, you were with me ALL the time.
You separated me from my friends, isolated me from my family and effectively stopped all of my interests. Our world was very small. You were the only thing left for me. I couldn't go anywhere without you. I couldn't see anyone without your approval.
I didn’t like that. When I found a job, work effectively came in between us. It was a relief. I could breathe. I could live. My world is once again large and full of possibilities. I do not like my freedom to be messed with.
We broke up because you had someone else. You even had the gall to tell me that I wasn't there. You were tempted into her trap. Oh, please, cut the crap. You made the choice to desecrate our relationship, to hurt me. You were a coward. You eradicated my innocence, naivete and faith in true love in one fell swoop.
You started it while I was away at work. I caught you thrice. She also contacted me, asked about you and then told me that you're a two-timing boyfriend. I didn't need to talk to you anymore since she obviously loved you, God knows why. But you begged me to come back when I told you we were done.
I wasn’t interested in taking you back. I didn’t trust you and I’d fallen out of love.
I was free.
Our mutual friend told me that your father berates you for letting a good woman go. I know that you had fallen into smoking, bad choice of friends and endless drinking after our break-up. She even joked that I destroyed you.
No, that wasn’t true. You destroyed me. You crushed my ideals, stomped on my faith and danced a waltz on top of it with your querida.
I'm not bitter over you. Don't flatter yourself.
How could I forget the hurt and hatred that you carved in my heart when you chose the wrong way out? I've come so far from the insecure teenager who gave up everything for you.
I survived through a forced metamorphosis from an innocent angel to a daring devil.
That was the first thing that came into my mind when we bumped into each other at the sidewalk in front of this hole-in-the-wall restaurant in our sleepy, little town.
I can see in your face that you think that I’m actually interested in your well-being. I don’t care about you.
As expected, you didn’t take the hint. You followed me to the restaurant where I was dining with a friend, sat down without being invited and you were very rude. You weren’t good at picking up social cues. If you were, you should get the hell out of my face.
I heard that you're back in school. You’re a bum since you shifted from course to course in college. You didn’t even graduate. Perhaps you're tired of living such a low and dissolute life since we broke up. Or perhaps you want to become better for your new girlfriend.
I really don’t care.
It's been more than two years after we broke up. We spent two and a half years together before we went on our separate ways. We were walking on different roads before the second year ended. I started to work; you started an affair.
I don’t talk about you and what used to be our relationship. It gives me hives to remember. Maybe if I bury it under the earth like I buried your letters and burned them with roaring flames, I could erase our history.
You were my first boyfriend, my first everything. We used to spend hours on the phone, skipped afternoon classes and shared dreams. You knew how to make me laugh. What you looked like didn’t matter.
Oh, you were supportive, sensitive and sweet. You were a master of grand romantic gestures because you gave me teddy bears, flowers, cards and little trinkets. I appreciated that because I know that you were always on a tight budget but you made an effort. You used to walk me to school and fetch me from class. You talked to me way into the wee hours of the morning. You spent every waking moment with me.
I think I grew into you because of your efforts. You were very persistent. Then you tied me up tightly with invisible iron chains. You wouldn’t be able to fool another girl like me EVER. I was out of your league and everyone never let you forget this.
My life was like a caged bird’s. You guarded me so closely and handled me so tightly with your iron fist in kid gloves. Since we were schoolmates, you were with me ALL the time.
You separated me from my friends, isolated me from my family and effectively stopped all of my interests. Our world was very small. You were the only thing left for me. I couldn't go anywhere without you. I couldn't see anyone without your approval.
I didn’t like that. When I found a job, work effectively came in between us. It was a relief. I could breathe. I could live. My world is once again large and full of possibilities. I do not like my freedom to be messed with.
We broke up because you had someone else. You even had the gall to tell me that I wasn't there. You were tempted into her trap. Oh, please, cut the crap. You made the choice to desecrate our relationship, to hurt me. You were a coward. You eradicated my innocence, naivete and faith in true love in one fell swoop.
You started it while I was away at work. I caught you thrice. She also contacted me, asked about you and then told me that you're a two-timing boyfriend. I didn't need to talk to you anymore since she obviously loved you, God knows why. But you begged me to come back when I told you we were done.
I wasn’t interested in taking you back. I didn’t trust you and I’d fallen out of love.
I was free.
Our mutual friend told me that your father berates you for letting a good woman go. I know that you had fallen into smoking, bad choice of friends and endless drinking after our break-up. She even joked that I destroyed you.
No, that wasn’t true. You destroyed me. You crushed my ideals, stomped on my faith and danced a waltz on top of it with your querida.
I'm not bitter over you. Don't flatter yourself.
How could I forget the hurt and hatred that you carved in my heart when you chose the wrong way out? I've come so far from the insecure teenager who gave up everything for you.
I survived through a forced metamorphosis from an innocent angel to a daring devil.
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