Breakups suck. They hurt. And I am here to tell you my breakup story.
My boyfriend and I met in January of 2020. We were friends for seven months. At one point he said he had feelings for me. I did too. We were talking more and more. And then he asked me to be his girlfriend. I was so happy. I felt so loved by him. And I loved him. Towards the end of October, we started arguing over little pointless things. And finally it took its toll on me and him. He was tired of the arguments and texted me that it would be best if we went our separate ways (Little disclaimer here; BOYS! Do not EVER breakup over a text. FaceTime if you have to, but it’s better to do it face-to-face.) I remember looking at it and just feeling tears cascade down my face. I felt like it was my fault. I was trying to get him to understand my point of view. But he accused me of trying to control him! And he just didn’t want to make an effort in this relationship. I felt like I was the first texter, the initiator, and the person making time and room in her life to be with him, to please him, and to be his perfect girlfriend.
It didn’t work out. And to the girl he finds next; take it from me;
He likes sweet late night texts, being understood, having someone there for him in his darkest moment, and to be loved for who he is. He likes Reese’s, cats, pitbulls, rap music, cars, skateboarding, and Jordans. He is a lover and a fighter for the people he values most. His love for Duke just baffles me. He is passionate about basketball. Love him for he is and don’t ask him to change. Don’t try to tie him down; he won’t have it. Don’t be fake. Or a liar. Be you. Good luck.
I am sorry that I had to be the bearer of bad news but you have to cry yourself a river, build yourself a bridge and get over it.
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