My boyfriend and I were together for 6 months. But had been on for a month or so before we formally started dating. I was convinced we were perfect. So in love. I told the world.
He came to my house for few days after our anniversary. We were so perfect. showered together. Kissed in the pool underwater. Told me he loved every part of me. Made love.
Then he left for home on the train. After that I barely heard from him for two days. Sick of him not fighting for me when we fought I put out an empty threat of ending us. He was MORE than happy for that option? What?
I rang him. In tears telling him I didn’t mean it. He told me that he had been meaning to end it for weeks. He just didn’t know how.
“it hurt every time I had to lie and tell you I loved you back”