“ Tell me you love me and that you’ll never let me go! Tell me....please”
“I-I can’t Jessie. I can’t, cause I don’t love you anymore. I’ve actually stopped loving you for a while now I just couldn’t tell you. I-I’ve found someone else. Someone new, this is goodbye. I wish you a good life and to find someone better than me.”
Those word....hurt me to my core. Came from the one I thought loved me with all his being. I thought we were meant for each other deep down. I knew that happy endings or fairy tales weren’t real, and true love doesn’t exist. But I had put my beliefs aside and followed him into a new world were I thought my dreams of love could thrive..... In the end, I was wrong. He left me...abandoned me......cast me aside like I…show more content… I wasted that poor man’s time.”
“Well it wouldn’t have been wasted if you would have did what you were suppose to and mingled with the human species. As in talked, conversated, made romantic gestures. Anything really. But nooo you have to be’ loner for life men can suck cheese balls, I’m better without them’ type of person.” he retorted at me.
I glared and rolled my eyes at him “And what’s wrong with that. I like my loner life. No stress, I don’t have to share anything with anyone, don’t gotta worry about spending hours for the right gift-”
“ No one to share worries or feelings on a physical level, can’t wake up next to someone, enthralled in their body heat, spending time on that special gift just to see that look on their face, just lonely. All the things you missing out on just for someone who left you 5 years ago. Come on, face it…show more content… He instantly shut up, as he knew that when I called him methane he should be quiet because he was pushing my limits. Just cause I’m not scared of him, doesn’t mean he’s not scared of me. “ If I want to be alone after him, I’ll be alone. No need to concern yourself with my love life. I don’t interfere with your’s so leave mine alone!” He looked at me with a blank expression but eyes full of anger and fear, but nodded at me none the less and kept quiet and escaped into his room. I sat there basking in my anger as I looked at the floor thinking of the past events of my life for the last five years. How he left me on the floor, crying for days, weeks, months. How it angered me to see or even think of myself in such a weak state. For so long, I cried over him, I didn’t want to but the tears urged on through me. I felt so weak, pitiful, helpless, and above all lonely. But I would never admit that to James, just so he could pity me, yeah over my dead body and even then. Snapping out of my thoughts I hear my stomach growl. Oh yeah, I haven’t eaten yet. Brushing my anger aside I get up and go to the kitchen. Food, food, foood, “VICTORY”, I scream as I grabbed the eggs, bread, cheese, onions, and the honey ham out of the fridge. Once I had all my needed ingredients I got a cutting board, pan, spatula, and the non-stick cooking spray and started preparing my food. I cut the onion and the ham, whisked my eggs and put me special blend of
