I will remember this day for some time... That's the thought that crossed my mind when I got off the car and that I was on my way to San Diego. I called one of my friends to beg him to please answer me when I called because I knew that He was going to leave me. After four days of total indifference, I knew that was going to happen. When I got in his car, I had my first face to face signal. All the way to his house was another hint.
It was the first time that we both wore matching outfits. We wore red t-shirts, jeans and casual shoes. When he said it out loud, I believed in my irrelevant imagination.
Since monday I knew he was going to break up with me, but I didn't know the reason and the way that I was going to handle it. He put an end to that everyday wondering, and stupid emotional me, I got carried away and cried. He said that the way that we get along is more like a friendship because it lacks the romanticism that a real relationship is made of. He said that us being friends it's more special. I don't know if he said it because we met when we were little. At age 5, I was his first kiss as he was mine. The look in his eyes intrigued me and made me like him. I found him in '03 through a high school friend that was in the same major as him. We talked for a while, then nothing until March '09.
It kind of started with a ticket to an unknown band concert, and it kind of ended with a ticket to Ximena's concert. That is when he found out. Now, I go day by day, and I don't make a lot of plans for the future when it's about relationships. I wish I hadn't cried, and I wish that I had acknowledged that I shared his thought of being friends.
When I cried, it wasn't because of the breakup but of its meaning to me. I have always had failed relationships, and that left me wondering "What did I lack?". This time it seems that there isn't someone else, so the future doesn't seem too dark. One of my fears was that if someday we brokeup, what would be of us?. It's like I had accepted to be in a relationship with the first person I liked in my life, and that I liked recently. I was scared that if we brokeup, we would end up having nothing. Well, now I hope to recover ASAP so that I can appreciate what it should always have remained, a special friendhsip that probably started when we were 5.
It was the first time that we both wore matching outfits. We wore red t-shirts, jeans and casual shoes. When he said it out loud, I believed in my irrelevant imagination.
Since monday I knew he was going to break up with me, but I didn't know the reason and the way that I was going to handle it. He put an end to that everyday wondering, and stupid emotional me, I got carried away and cried. He said that the way that we get along is more like a friendship because it lacks the romanticism that a real relationship is made of. He said that us being friends it's more special. I don't know if he said it because we met when we were little. At age 5, I was his first kiss as he was mine. The look in his eyes intrigued me and made me like him. I found him in '03 through a high school friend that was in the same major as him. We talked for a while, then nothing until March '09.
It kind of started with a ticket to an unknown band concert, and it kind of ended with a ticket to Ximena's concert. That is when he found out. Now, I go day by day, and I don't make a lot of plans for the future when it's about relationships. I wish I hadn't cried, and I wish that I had acknowledged that I shared his thought of being friends.
When I cried, it wasn't because of the breakup but of its meaning to me. I have always had failed relationships, and that left me wondering "What did I lack?". This time it seems that there isn't someone else, so the future doesn't seem too dark. One of my fears was that if someday we brokeup, what would be of us?. It's like I had accepted to be in a relationship with the first person I liked in my life, and that I liked recently. I was scared that if we brokeup, we would end up having nothing. Well, now I hope to recover ASAP so that I can appreciate what it should always have remained, a special friendhsip that probably started when we were 5.
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