And I never looked back
“Sometimes I think that when you ended us you felt no remorse.” She said, staring at me with her beautiful brown eyes. Eyes that you can never get tired of looking into. Eyes that fill your stomach with butterflies, even though you’re a guy and you’d never admit that to anyone.
“Was I suppose to feel remorse?” I respond, trying to show no signs of regret.
In all honesty, the moment I ended us I regretted it. I could feel my heart breaking in my chest, and my throat starting to close up. How could anyone not feel hurt after ending a 18 month relationship?
“I mean, yeah.” She said, “We were together a year and a fucking half and you walked away like it meant nothing to you.” She threw her hands in the air and her face turned red in anger.
Deciding to be the one to end this conversation before it becomes one of blame, hurt, and mean words, I said the first thing I could think to say. I needed her to forget about me while she still believed in love.
“I ended us four months ago. Then I turned around and I never looked back. Maybe you should try doing the same thing.” I said, voice firm and certain. Little did she know, I was on the verge of throwing up even my own words made me sick.
The things you’ll do so the one you love can truly be loved by the right person. Heartbreak sucks, but love is worth everything. Everything.