Lucky I hadn’t given it to her; otherwise, it would have been a complete waste.
Watching the refund notification pop up on my screen, I felt that familiar ache returning.
I’d loved her for so many years, and this was how it ended – a complete separation. Pretending it didn’t hurt would’ve been a lie.
She was my first love, the one who’d caught my eye with her sweet smile back when we were teens.
Since then, I’d been head over heels, my love so blinding that I even left my studies, proud as I’d been of my achievements, just to follow her to another city to find work.
It took seeing her with someone else for me to finally understand. I’d been nothing but a convenience.
She accepted my love simply because she could enjoy what I gave her.
And it wasn’t even the first time she’d gotten close to another guy.
Back in school, it was easy to pass off as innocent flirtations, but this time – well, they’d moved those “innocent flirtations” all the way into a hotel room.
We used to argue about her inability to keep boundaries, but I was so in love with her that, after just a few hours, I’d always be the one apologizing.