“I’ll be here for you, I love you.”
It’s not exactly the last thing we said to each other, but the last bit of romance that was left. We were long distance for about 11 months, he always promised me I was the only one. In the last few weeks he began to push me away and I knew what it meant, there’s someone better. Someone prettier, someone nicer, someone he can physically touch. Something I couldn’t give him. I asked him to forget me, in which he replied that he couldn’t forget me as long as he lived. He forgot me weeks ago when he was making her feel the way I did.
I wish him the best, but I hope he feels like shit for doing the one thing he promised never to do.