Break ups

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I can remember one of my first breakups and how I felt so betrayed.

Tell me, how would someone say to you that they love you this week only to act like a complete stranger in the next.

It all began when she told me that she was coming over and that she wanted to talk.

You could imagine my naive self already thinking she was coming for the usual as I had earlier rushed to the supermarket to buy a replacement for my air freshener.

I wanted to set the atmosphere right before she arrived, I had even gone to the counter to ask for several packs of you know what, which I neatly placed on the stool by the side of my bed for aesthetics and to reduce time wastage.

I had dimmed the light, downloaded the perfect playlist, you know those songs that could stir up emotions.

When she came, she wore a frown on her face and even failed to notice the extra effort I had put into my room.

She sat down at the opposite edge of the bed away from where I sat, but I was so caught up with excitement that I failed to observe her countenance.

What an Idiot I was when I made my move. I got up and walked over to where she was, gently trying to massage her shoulders but she shrugged them off.

I still continued, putting my arm over her shoulder but she sat up straight leaving my arm in midair.

“What’s on your mind?” I asked her.

“Nothing, ” she replied as she brought out her phone, and Idly scrolled through her phone gallery.

Then I went for her lips to give her kiss but she turned her face to the side while my lips landed on her cheeks.

“Stop it joor ” she complained as she wiped the saliva off her cheeks.

I knew then that something was upsetting her, but I couldn’t have imagined that she was about to break up with me.

I got up from the bed and went over to the small fridge in the room, opened it and brought out two drinks for both of us.

Maybe this would cool her down a bit, a soft drink for her and an alcoholic drink for myself.

She rejected the soft drink when I gave it to her, so I dropped it on the stool. She sighed when she saw what was on the stool beside the drink I just dropped.

“Okay, can you now tell me what your problem is, or what I did to upset you?”

“Have you done anything that would upset me?” She asked with her eyes wide open.

“No, ” I answered and she sighed again.

“Okay, I don’t know what I’ve done, and I don’t think I did anything wrong to you. Either way, I want to say that I’m sorry, just in case there’s something I’ve done to piss you off, ” I added, hoping that my speech that would ease the tension and redirect the purpose of the Visit to how I had expected it to go.

Surprisingly, what I said had offended her. “This is my problem with you, ” she shouted. “I’ve told you that nothing is wrong but you’re still insisting that something is upsetting me.”

I didn’t enjoy arguments with her, so I took my drink and left her in the room to calm down as I went out to the balcony.

Shortly afterward, she joined me outside.

After a few seconds of silence, she said to me, “I think I need some space.”

I suddenly felt nauseous. “Space from?” I asked

“You, ” she replied.

It would have been so embarrassing if I had started to cry in front of her, but I felt like it.

I kept my calm and told her it was okay while deep down I was hurting.

I wanted to know why she was leaving me, and if she could give me another chance, but what was the use, she had already made up her mind.

Over the next few weeks, I resisted the urge to send her those needy text messages begging her back. I very much avoided her although I had a few awkward encounters with her friends. And after a while, I was back to dating again.