A little back story:
Around January 3rd, I get a call from my friend’s sister (Emma), she says that she has a friend (Rosaline) who would like to get to know me better. I knew Rosaline and a little bit and knew that she had a boyfriend and I figured that she probably only wants to talk to me cause she’s having problems with her boyfriend. I tell her “Eh, no thank you, I don’t need that stress.” A couple weeks go by and I start to see Rosaline around. I change my mind about not wanting to talk to her and I tell Emma that is Rosaline was still interested, I’d be happy to get to know her better.
So we start hanging out together. We’d watch movies, We’d drive around, and we’d have general fun with everyone. We’d hold each other close whereever we were. I was smitten. She was all I can think about and all I wanted to think about. Everyone could tell her and I had a thing going, but no one said anything to her boyfriend. One night, a couple days before Valentine’s day, we had our first kiss. It was unlike any kiss I’ve had before. I felt myself get red in the face, and I could feel the rest of my body get warm. There was a problem though, she was still with her boyfriend. She said “Please don’t think I’m a bad person, I’ve never cheated on him before, please don’t think I do this with every guy, I really like you,” I said, “I like you too, I don’t think your a bad person,” “I’ll break up with him soon,” she said.
She didn’t. I began to hear from different people that she’s has been “planning” to break up with him since before her and I started talking. But she always had some excuse to not go through with it. My friends told me to move on and to forget about her. In my head, I knew that it wouldn’t end well. But I didn’t care. The only thing I cared about was her. And for a while, it was like all she cared about was me.
One night, she brought up the whole situation. She asked what I thought. I told her that I don’t like whats going on but that I’m not gonna pressure her into breaking up with him so she could go with me. I asked her about him. It was clear that she loved him a great deal and that it wouldn’t go away. They were together for a long while and they shared a lot together. I began to feel a little guilty for having done anything with her. Her boyfriend was a cool guy.
The next night, we were snowed in at a friend’s house. Her and I spent the whole night in each others arms. None of the stuff from the night before mattered and we didn’t even think about the whole situation. It was just her and I, nothing else mattered. She fell asleep in my arms. It made me think that maybe she would be one day see me like she saw her boyfriend.
That week, she broke up with him. I didn’t see her the whole week. She didn’t want to spend time with me. She was sad and hurt and upset. She said she didn’t think she’d be hurting so much after breaking up with him. They were back together by the end of the week, and I was crushed. I didn’t know they were back together. She left me hanging there. We were happy one minute, then the next she was sad, then the next she was happy with him.
Then he broke up with her. She wasn’t as hurt, but she didn’t want me. I’d see them around and she’d say she wasn’t with him. But her and I were over. We wanted different things. I wanted her, and she wanted him.
Last night, I learned that they were together again. And now, I’m heartbroken.
