I’ll admit that I was beginning to have feelings even though I’d told myself I wouldn’t.
He really wasn’t my type and we really didn’t have anything in common, including a common city. The 2 hour drive definitely made things difficult, but I was just beginning to feel it was worth it.
I’d held back as long as I could but was beginning to crack, to let him in, to really care.
He’d been in town the weekend before, which had been good. Blissful even.
I went for a run and came back sweaty and happy. Sprawled out on my living room floor, my head pulled to my knees, really deep into the stretch, my phone rang.
A smile immediately found me. “Hey, you.”
We shot the shit for a few minutes. Talked about our days, work, the weather.
“Sooo when will I see you next?” Flirty, yes.
“Look. Things are getting busy at work and I don’t think you understand how demanding my job is. I’m a busy guy and you work a lot too, I know. You’re a lot of fun though. It’s just...”
It suddenly dawned on me what was happening. This wasn’t my first rodeo. “Are you dumping me?”
“I guess I am.”
“Over the phone? Seriously?”
“I just thought I deserved a little more than that. You were just here and you waited until now?”
“Look, don’t get crazy. I thought we were really getting along.”
“Um. Yeah. I thought so too. So I don't understand...”
“You’re a cool chick, totally fun. But you’re not the kind of girl you have feelings for.”
Despite my best efforts, a small gasp escaped me. Not the kind of girl you have feelings for? How does anyone hear that and respond?
In that instant, he stripped away from me my worth and tossed it aside like a dirty rag. Left me naked and broken.
He spoke finally. “Look...”
I sucked up every last bit of strength and dignity. “I’m done here.” And pressed end with my thumb. End indeed.
Not the kind of girl you have feelings for. Two years later, it still haunts me.
Write it down and let it go. Let’s keep it to 600 words or less.
1 year ago