“Hey, I hope you’re great I think it’s time we took a break so I can grow emotionally.” That’s what Chris said to you a month ago, pretty fuckin’ lame. so now here you go again, crying in bed with that one familiar feeling. All your friends were in love and now you’re the one they call for a third wheeling, but you probably should’ve guessed that he’s just like the rest.

there’s nobody’s son, not anyone really for you to believe in anymore. Chris proved to you that words and actions didn’t mean much, while he was out screwing girls you were stuck in bed only ever occasionally going out when your friends invited you.

you? No yeah, you’re good… just thought that he would’ve caved in by now and reached out to you but no siree, he supposedly discovered self control. You really can’t get over him though, you’ve tried so hard to play it off but god you couldn’t and it just made you look stupid.

here you were on your couch drinking some canned coke and watching some dumb rom com, you despised the girl on television, she had everything you wanted. She had a man that yearned to be with her 24/7, but if you were honest love is just some fake bullshit that is only ever seen on television.

who needs a man anyway right? All they’re good for is making you cry and leaving you heartbroken— that thought was quickly cut off by a loud knock being placed on your door causing you to jump.

you swung the door open, irritated at whoever was knocking on your door so late at night.

“What do you want?-“ you said gruffly, before taking in a second to process that Chris was right in front of you.

“Gonna continue to stare at me like I ran someone over or are y’gonna let me in so we can talk about everythin’ that happened?” he asked, hoping you’d let him in, you knew deep down how this was gonna end.