A Most Amiable Breakup.

What the hell is wrong with her?
It's just a simple yes or no, confirmation to a question
whose answer both parties already knew. She had already
deliberated for a week, she couldn't just leave me hanging,
it wasn't right.

For whatever feelings we had for each other, the very
least she could do was to tell me the truth straight. After
a year or so of indefatigably messaging each other to sleep,
after more than a year of iridescent courtship, where
we had played coy for the best part of 6 months. It was
always the same tired routine, I'd begin by sending her a
message to her mother's phone, she'd then proceed by asking
about my day, we discussed our day untill it was time for
her to sleep, we'd wish each other a pleasant night's sleep.



She had plenty of suitors, make no mistake about that,
I always did fly into a terrible rage when the next Casanova,
deemed it his birthright to unabashedly claim her affections;
I was jealous and possessive by nature that I won't deny.
But I never had reason to feel insecure, her placid demeanour
towards whatever potential suitors was enough to turn the fury
into a gentle warm smile.


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And shit, I've just realised I've lost my essay writing skills.
Shit, I'm going to pack up for my Chalet trip instead, 3D2N.
Continue this EMO tripe later on, I'll probably be up all night
then, so if anyone wants to engage in phone sex comforting
me, do call my HP. I'm free for all.