I bump into my ex-boyfriend
of four-and-a-half years
at the grocery store
and he tells me he’s learning
how to bake the perfect cheesecake
so he can surprise his new girlfriend.
I bump into my ex-boyfriend at the local cafe, and in three days time we would’ve been together for six years had he not raised his hands at me instead of his voice. In the game of catching up the mouse shows this cat he’s practicing how to draw a portrait sketch so he can surprise his new girlfriend.
I bump into my ex-boyfriend and my best friend of seven years, while having lunch at a McDonald’s. He tells me he’s saving up for a plane ticket so he can surprise his new girlfriend.
While we laugh over drinks I jokingly say, “You never did any of those things for me!” He shrugs, like he can’t be bothered with a reply. And I know though I have forgiven him, he still does not respect me.
I’m trying to convince myself there’s nothing wrong with me, but it’s hard to believe I won’t end up alone when even the lowlife who abused my wrists for two years decides I’m not worth his patience, effort, or time.”
It Was My Fault | Sade Andria Zabala (xpsycho)