You knew Alana was shallow and had a tendency to bail when things got serious, but you didn’t think that it ran this deep. She made it very clear that she had commitment issues and would only end up hurting you, but you stupidly ignored that and all the other red flags she had.

On the night of your one year anniversary, you received a short and sweet text message that got straight to the point. Whilst you would normally appreciate the directness, you were too busy crying to focus on that. Hi, I hope you’re great. I think it’s time to take a break, so I can grown emotionally. That’s what she said to you.

Which lands you here, crying in bed. What a familiar feeling. All of your friends were in love and in happy, healthy relationships and only seemed to call you when they needed a third wheel.

You really should have figured things would go down this way. Silly you for thinking you could change her. You were losing hope in love. Nobody’s son nor daughter was left for you, it seemed.

After weeks of no contact, Alana caved and finally reached out. Inviting you to a formal dinner.

Alana’s blushing as you sit down in front of her, and she looks.. shy. That’s new. “Hi. You look amazing,” she mutters softly, smiling sweetly at you.