Sometimes, after one of her stunts, I’d actually think about breaking up. But then, she’d cry, and I’d soften up.
Looking back, it’s ridiculous how easily I was swayed.
After what happened, I figured we’d go our separate ways and never cross paths again.
She was always so stubborn, so proud; I doubted she’d reach out.
And as for me? I’d given up any thought of going back to her. My heart was broken beyond repair, and I’d finally had enough of apologizing for things that weren’t my fault.
But that afternoon, I received a text from her, asking me to come over.
It was the first time she’d ever reached out to me like this.
I couldn’t help but wonder why. Just last night, she’d told me to get lost. Had she really forgotten already?
Ignoring her message, I simply blocked her number.
Yes, I’d loved her, but that didn’t mean I’d sacrifice my self-respect. I wasn’t some puppet she could tug back whenever she felt like it.
But just as I blocked her, she called me, using another phone number, and by pure reflex, I picked up.
“You actually blocked me, Brian?” Her voice was dripping with anger, as if my blocking her had wounded her pride.