He found a new girl, and it only took a couple of weeks. You wondered what you did wrong to get to this point, watching your relationship fall apart in front of your eyes. You really imagined your future with Chris. God, you’re so naive. Somehow, you throw everything you’ve got into the first person who gives you attention, and silly little you thought Chris was the one.

It really hurt to break up with him. It did. But you knew it was for the best. He was showing you no love whatsoever. He’d go out partying with his friends all night and wouldn’t even pay attention to you when he got home. It was slowly draining you, so you had to end it. You always replay the moment in your head when he said he wanted to give you the world or when he told you that you were the only one who understood him. It sounded true at the time, but now that you think about it, you couldn’t be more wrong.

You always wished you could move on so fast, but it only took two weeks for Chris to have a new girl under his arm. The nights you spent crying on the floor of your bathroom over this man were insane. Ever since the breakup, he’s all you thought about—day in, day out. Not only did it not affect him, he was fucking thriving after you broke things off. He started working on himself, getting his life together, bought a new car, and was about to start a new job. And you? Still dwelling on the past.

But this little voice in your head tells you that you’re happy he’s doing well because your 18-year-old self loved him and cared about him. Deep down, you still care about him; you want the best for him. Yet, you need an excuse to feel this way, so you gaslight yourself into thinking you hate him.

tonight, you sat in your bed, holding your phone. so tempted to call him. just one call wont hurt right? just check up on him. to hear his voice because, you missed him. alot. alot more then you thought you would. you pressed the call button on your phone and he picked up almost immediately. he mumured, "yo- you need somethin?”