She let me off like I was a knicker that she was tired of, hurriedly like she had a flight to catch and I simply watched like a rat in the hands of a cat, innocently as I saw my heart break into unimaginable pieces, life flickered and faded like a power point presentation. I was carrying a heavy burden, tonnes of memory and thoughts but somehow I couldn’t find the reset button- I smiled, said it was okay, collected my clothes from her carpet and walked away but, I don’t even recall if I was breathing.
See, I always thought I was unbreakable. I was a superstar among my peers, a guy that was with the same girl for 3 years. I couldn’t face the boys anymore, I couldn’t bring myself to terms with my catastrophe, I cried literally. I was all alone and everyone around seemed to be laughing at me.
She was a lover of coffee brown, had eyes like seas of milk, lips with the shade of shiny red and the scent of berries, an ass that I often grabbed as we kissed, a glorious bust and a laugh that almost turned me on every time – damn, she was beautiful.
It was an issue of not being a good communicator and not being a good texter, she claimed she loved me more than I loved her that since I didn’t respond to her texts as soon as immediately, I had made her an option. She inserted that I spend more time with the boys and friends that ‘didn’t matter, only that she was wrong, she wasn’t an option, she was a priority.
Women don’t understand it most times, some men are not the clingy type. When she texts at 03:05, she will want a reply by 03:05:14. No man is that idle for real, and that’s not reason enough to get a guy dumped.
My heartbreak only lasted a few days but I am afraid I cannot say the same about moving on. Sometimes, I ask myself when the right time to move on is, but It quite never shows up. On some cold days, I sit in my corner and remember all those times she cuddled me to warmth. But such moments only last a while, before Maria or Anne call me over.
What really hurts though is the fact that it looks like she dumped me even before she told me, she had already moved on by the time she told me it was done. It was a bad time to drop such a bomb, just after one round of steamy sex, just as I drifted into round two, what a turnoff.
