He just took my kindness for granted, never giving anything back.
This time, I wasn't going to indulge him anymore.
I gripped my phone tightly and took a deep breath. "Dylan, let's break up."
On the other end, it seemed like he hadn't heard me. He shouted again, "Evelyn, what did you say?"
"Dylan, I said we're breaking up."
This time, in the stillness of the night, my voice was crystal clear.
Dylan seemed stunned momentarily, then finally replied, "Haha, Evelyn, are you drunk, or am I? Are you breaking up with me?
"Fine, if you want to break up, let's break up. I've been sick of you for ages.
"But this time, you better stick to your word. Don't come crawling back to me like a dog, begging!
"I don't take back trash!"
His words were colder than the night wind.
This time, my heart didn't hurt anymore.
Once I let go, it didn't seem as hard as I thought it would be.
I heard myself respond, "No, Dylan. I don't love you anymore. I won't come back to you again."
When did I first fall in love with Dylan?
It must have started when I was 18.
We were classmates in college. From the moment we started freshman year, I was drawn to the boy with bright eyes and a clean, crisp look.