“Hearing you say that your life is shit, because you lost Trish freaking hurts! You’re broken I get it. I’m trying to fix you, can’t you see?!” I yelled, almost hysterically, synchronous to the way the rain pours in our heads.       

“I keep telling myself that there was no way you could ever love me, I did. I tried to let you go, but I just couldn’t. I love you for four damn years and I feel like an extremely daft girl for still loving you even for a fifth or a sixth.” I tried to stop myself from saying these things, but i couldn’t. It’s as if the rain was all my kept feelings, angrily striking me, forcing me to pour all my heart out.

     He was silent. Standing there rigid, with his eyes closed and fist clenched. It was too much for him. 

“I’m not expecting anything. i never did. But I just want you to know, that in front of you, is a girl who loves you and who’s willing to make you happy. And she’s hoping, just hoping that somehow you could find it in your heart to love her too.”

     We got home that night in an awkward silence. Nobody spoke, only the sounds of our short, ragged breathing were heard. I tried looking at him, hoping to catch his eye. But he was too busy ignoring me, staring at the road intently, never blinking.

     He pulled over to my house, then looked at me, just looked. I got out of his car and went to my room, not looking back. Because if I do, I will just feel sorry for myself. 

     That was the last time I saw him.

Mine is ‘i don’t wanna miss a thing by Aerosmith.

Just shut the fuck up and be happy…