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You care for me, but love another.
Kristen came to my apartment the other day. She'd said she needed my help with a project from work. I said sure come over, she said okay I'll come by this weekend. I was on my way home from the office when Kristen texted me. Hey, I'll bring over some food, don't eat just yet. I looked over the take away box on the passenger's seat. Great.
There was a coffee shop right at the corner that sat just five minute walk from where I lived. After I parked my car, I made a stop to get some drinks, Kristen liked pastries. Liz was working, she seemed happy to see me. I waved at her. Hey how're you doing, she asked. I'm okay, Paul's not here? She cocked her head to the side, oh yes, he left something for you, just one second. Then she ran off to the back.
I was browsing the shelves, picking something Kristen would like when Liz handed me a package. I handed her the food I bought. She cocked her head again in confusion. This is for you, I grinned. She let out a laugh.
It was almost winter and the air was piercing cold. A breeze came by once in a while, rippling through my trench coat. Kristen was waiting outside my place, she was smoking a cigarette. Aren't you cold, I asked as I punched in the passcode. It's the same. Your birthday. She threw the half smoked cig into a puddle of water and proceeded to follow me inside the house.
Kristen took off her coat, sat on the rug in the living room, and opened her laptop. You want to eat first? She asked. I wasn't feeling like eating because I'd just taken some meds and honestly I just wanted to get through with this and sleep but I said sure, let's eat. We were half way through our meal when I noticed a small suitcase at the door. She saw me looking and asked, you don't mind me staying here for the night right? I said nothing.
I was washing the dishes when I felt something brushing against my back. Kristen threw her arms around my waist and rested her chin on my shoulder. I stopped rinsing the plate, took off my gloves and dried them on the faucet.
"Kristen." - I said.
"Please, just... don't." - She mumbled.
I stood still. Her breathing into my neck itched my nerves. This was uncomfortable. I wanted out. All of sudden, I felt her tears wetting my shirt.
"I'm sorry." - She said. "I was wrong. Please forgive me." - And she cried.
I let out a subtle sigh and turned around. Kristen was very pretty. She was the girl every guy had to make a double take on the street. On the last day of high school, 18 year old Kristen tapped on my shoulder and kissed me on the cheek to say goodbye. She confessed she fell in love the moment she laid eyes on me. I never believed her. Kristen was pretty, but she was also... unstable. I knew Kristen when we were 6. She always pretended she didn't know about my existence and 12 years later, she said she liked me. How could anyone in their right mind believe that? Not that I hated her, I'd never hated anyone ever in my entire life. Not until that event happened.
"We should start working." - I walked away from her embrace and we never spoke about it again.
After I finished up the project, Kristen was already sleeping on the couch. I went out to the balcony for a smoke. Cold air filled my lungs, her words restarted my heart.
I did like her. I liked her a lot. I thought we had something special. She taught me how to get out of my comfort zone. She guided me out of my darkness. But she hurt me more than what she gave. I was belittled. I was betrayed. She had a fiancé and they were getting married. It was her making me a third wheel. It was her turning me into something I hated the most, a fucking second choice. I was desperate when I found out but I had to act like nothing happened. Because I loved her. I loved her and she broke my heart. She broke the only little life I had. My world crumpled in her tight fist. She broke up with me at 2am on Christmas day. She said, we should be friends. And I thought I would have a family with you.
I still remember the night I confronted her. We were sitting in her car, I was tired. I asked, is it true? I need the answer. I just need the closure I deserve. She sat quiet for a while and said, yes. Just one word. And I thought it was the end of the world. You're with me, and you told me you're getting married to another person? I could hear my cracking voice. I didn't feel like crying. I just felt like dying. The night ended. As well as my trust.
Two weeks prior to our breakup, she stopped initiating her love language. She was no longer holding my hand on the streets. She must be afraid that someone she knew would see us, I thought. She wouldn't text me if I didn't text her first. She basically cut me out of her life without letting me know. And I was foolish enough to not see all the signs she'd given. I was blinded by the new toy I'd got. My judgment was clouded by happy moments she created with me. I thought this was just a hiccup everyone who was in a relationship would have to go through. And so I kept my silence. And so I suffered in silence.
I was in denial when I said to myself I could still be friends with her. For old time's sake. That it was all misunderstanding, that she did have feelings for me. But I was lying to myself. I was pointlessly trying to pick up the ashes from an arson. Our bridge was burned, my trust was burned. And I still couldn't hate her. Did I get used to her presence that when she suddenly left, all that left was hollowness? There was a hole in my heart and only her warmth could fill. At least that was what I thought. I thought.
I tried to forget her of course. It worked for a while before Liz told me all the lies Kristen had told and all the dirty things she did behind my back. And I chose to ignore all of those. I did. I didn't blame Liz for letting me know, I was grateful that she told me for sure. But I had my own way of grieving. Don't get me wrong, I didn't regret meeting her. I was just grieving the loss of what was supposed to be the most treasured memories of my life. And I wanted to let the picture perfect that I had of my first love ingrained in my brain. Because this was a lesson I had to learn from. Because you showed me to see the good in evil. And this was how I would grow out of you. |
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