Great Prince Charming... or a Regular Frog? - Part 12
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Two weeks till our first anniversary, I thought, as I tried on all my favorite dresses for the much awaited day. We still had a good five years to go... to complete our education and get some good work experience. But our love seemed strong as ever. We were determined to spend our lives together. And for the fairytale to come true.
I knew he was the one for me. Over the past one year he had to deal with the worst of my moods, but he didn’t once leave me. When I would cry over the phone, he felt hurt because he wasn’t with me to hold me. And then he would talk to me in his soothing voice, and help me get a good night sleep. When I fell ill and skipped school, he came to see me after and hugged me to reassure me that I will be fine.
He was so good... and I had started writing stories again. And I finally knew what I had to do. I wanted to be a doctor and a writer. I wanted to learn different forms of dancing and also to cook amazing recipes. And most of all I wanted to build a family which was joined by love, but that was years from then.
I messaged Amber, a friend of Matt’s who I had recently befriended, to tell Matt that I wasn’t writing our story, as it was too special and I was afraid I wouldn’t do justice to it.
When Matt called me later, I expected him to be happy, or shyly tell me he had been surprised by the message. Instead, he shouted at me... and believe me, no one had ever shouted at me like that before. The person who was supposed to protect me was the one causing the damage and my chest hurt like never before. I cried and no one came, my relationship with Matt had caused me to give lesser time to my friends, and sadly... I didn’t talk much with them. Neither did he, with his friends... but he would tell me that it was because of me and lesser time that he couldn’t talk to them anymore.
I was hurt, I never told him how much I missed talking to my friends, and he could always call once in a while. The moment he hurt me that day, it was too much. I remembered all the times he had not treated me right, all the times we fought, when he didn’t listen to me on phone, wouldn’t call much... I felt so tired. All my girlfriends loved him, my mom loved him... Sam and Peter loved him for me.
Matt called me later, apologized and told me he really loved me and that he wanted to punish himself for what he had done. The guy seemed right, and now his actions too, but ‘we’ felt very wrong at the moment.
I didn’t feel as if I loved him anymore, and so I walked away. I messaged him that we couldn’t be together anymore, not because I was a coward, but because I knew I wouldn’t be able to leave if he got sad. Please forgive me for this Matt, I prayed... it will all work out for both of us in the end.
Our break up was the time when we and that meant not seeing each other anymore in any way. I lay in my bed for days... my mom, being worried for me let me go to my grandparents, and I went gladly... as I loved being with them. They would tease each other but I knew how much they cared beneath it all.
Most of all I liked visiting them because no one would ask me about Matt. I was there for ten long days. I would cry for hours after they went to sleep and I would act all happy around them, it was tiring. Matt had not called me or messaged me and I thought... was this so easy for him... to get over me?
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