In the irony of having written a post about a break up, I find myself writing about another one, two months later, but this time, I'm the one with a broken heart.
"A fool in love."
A phrase that unfortunately and perfectly fits me.
I try to be cool, try to take things rationally, don't share my love life openly and push forward the image of “Career girl first, relationships second”, but in reality, I’m a pathetically lonely damsel who acts on her emotions.
My first realisation in that I could be such a “fool in love” was with my first ever, proper boyfriend when I was 20.
Ridiculously innocent and pure, I experienced everything with him, from simply going on a date to even holding hands with a boy.
I adored him, and although his feelings were stronger at first, as I grew to love him, he began to cool down.
Sod’s law of relationships, that.
I experienced a month of tears and arguments, and desperately fought to keep him.
Near the end of our relationship he gave me false hope, but then he snatched it away from me in a sudden instant with the words,
“I think we should go back to being friends.”
Over 6 months of hell.
I could still cry over it a year after.
Determined not to go through the same pain again, I approached relationships more cautiously.
Due to also being more experienced, the next 3 relationships were somewhat “normal”.
There were times I enjoyed myself, times where I got angry or sad, but none of them had the passion I did with my first boyfriend.
At the time I was with my fourth boyfriend, in a not satisfactory but “normal” relationship, I was even considering a normal future with him.
But then, you appeared.











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