>there was a boy
>that boy was quite quiet
>he liked videogames, sad songs and electronic music
>legal drugs and natural produced substances were his shit
>he met a girl
>he could relate to her in her problems, feelsbadman.jpg
>they talked a bit, on the internet, only ever met face to face eight months later
>she didn’t talk a lot, so did him, he liked that
>they never worked out
>that boy met another girl
>literally his type
>she had the problems that he liked
>she was so complex that even after 3 months talking he still didn’t understand fully her (little did he know that this fact would end their relationship)
>they literally started dating in less than a month
>he tried to help her, but her problems were too deep and increased with time
>at the same time, the first girl’s problems had shortened a lot, and she was apparently happy
>he was quite happy, had someone to worry and learn about, and that’s about it
>the second girl’s problems intensified one day
>a time after the first girl started having stuff coming on her way too
>he got pretty uninspired and random
>his lover stopped contacting him as much
>he understood that wasn’t his fault and backed out, giving her too much freedom
>he started thinking that it was time to end their relationship, after all, he thought that he was doing her harm
>backtracking: her and him didn’t live on the same city, and she valued much physical contact
>he valued even more the sense of goodness both in life and in emotions
>when they stopped talking that much, he started thinking in ways to improve her life
>he started focus on emotions
>oh boy how wrong he was in doing so
>since then, all went downhill in a span of two weeks
>she went more needy every half a day
>he couldn’t handle that, too much negativity for a already very negative person (he also had a very positive façade)
>he was going to visit her in the week of vacations that he had
>he was hoping to the fuck that their relationship lasted till then
>he decided that he wouldn’t be a bitch and was going to break up with her face to face
>couldn’t decide if he was going to be nice to her and break up with her in the end of the trip or in the begging and try to mourn her until he went back to his city
>he started writing about it on his blog, the cheating, the isolation, their history
>she both wanted and didn’t wanted to break up with him in a long time
>she really didn’t stand not having constant physical contact with him.
>he loved her and she loved him, but distance mattered
>every time he thought about it he just thought that he was harming her by continuing making her happy
>but fear striked him, what if she reacted badly?
>what if she actually succeeded on their plan prematurely?
>he was too scared, as much as it is for her own good, she may suffer more
>should he do it?
>should he be happy while she suffers?
>should he be with her until she tires?
>should he post the post even though she might see it?
>the first girl have broken up with her boyfriend
>she liked the pain, somehow
>the story doesn’t end
>let’s hope it, at least, gets less melancholic
>FML is the motto
>I’m not singing for a XO, I’m singing because it may be over
>I mean, writing
>he definitely doesn’t wanna break up with her
>He actually feel like he should
That’s a story of break up, do share yours if you want.
I still love her, and I want to see her happy, I don’t think that it’ll be with me, maybe I can stay while she moves on and forgets me, let’s hope for that.
I hope you’ve listened to EDEN-XO while reading this, it’s kinda fitting.