It’s almost a little over a year since my boyfriend and I broke up. But here I am stuck in a rut, still thinking about the past, even writing about it. After every break-up, people would tell you to “move on”. You try, but moving on is easier said than done. You keep yourself busy. You date the insignificant boys that come your way just to score a rebound. At the end of the day, there’s only one person on your mind. The one who got away.
What could he possibly be doing right now? Well, knowing him, he’s probably working his
butt off and earning more money than he was earning before. The last time I heard, he’s gotten really
successful since he transferred to that province. And maybe, at the end of the day, he’d go
home, call his new girlfriend and tell her about how his day went, flirt a
little then have a good sound sleep.
As for me, I would be drinking again tonight just like last
night, argue with my so-called boyfriend, go home then sleep. You’re probably thinking what the hell am I
doing writing this when I already got myself a new guy. To be honest, I’m actually thinking about the
same thing.
To be continued….
