I clutched my purse to my chest and ran my fingers across it. I was about to meet the boy of my dreams, but I knew I couldn't just simply say yes to being with him. I'm not exactly sure what directed my thoughts towards this cr--zy mindset, but I was certain at that moment that it was the correct choice.
I open the door about to dash out, for I was about to be late to my d-te, just to bump straight into him, Alex. Pink spreads around my face as he held my face and ki--ed me on my ch--k. I gi--le and we leave the apartment door, slightly creaking alarmingly as if even it knew this would end in disaster. The wind of the winter day swirls around my ears likewise my sad thoughts as I look Alex into the eyes. We enter the warm cafe and order two hot cups of coffee. Alex and I step out of the cafe back into the harsh cold when suddenly I feel a warm feeling on the side of my hip. I glance down to see Alex's hand gently going down my hip. Then a serious face overcame his usual smirk; his blue eyes twirl round and round. Then he shifts his head a tad bit down to face me and asks in a gentle voice, "Sorry for this abrupt question that I've been meaning to ask for months now, and it may sound childish, but will you be my g--fri-nd?" Thoughts rush through my head and the feeling is like a kn--e being st-bbed through my skull. I have no clue what to say, so many things could ruin so much.
I ran out of time here :'( --> also bad grammar (Sorry)
Answer:
We've always been this pretty cou/ple that everyone looks up to. He's a handsome, varsity player, surrounded by his goofy friends. I'm the gorgeous cheerleader, and everyone wants to be me. He is my first love, and my first boy/friend. I always dreamt of marrying the first person I've been with. So I decided that no matter what happens, no matter what obstacles we encounter, we will overcome together. That's what I've been telling myself. But after we got into college and entered a different university, things have changed. I know he's cheating on me, I know someone visits him in his dormitory while I'm away. I had the chance to see it myself. I was about to surprise him for our 2nd year anniversary, but I saw a girl who came in first, and never got out that day. The girl stayed in. I never mentioned it to him. I have to protect our relationship, I have to protect my dream of marrying the first man I've been with. But this has been going on for 3 years. I endured for 3 years.
What's the worst thing I could say? No? Goodbye? Maybe the worst thing I could say, the worst thing I could do, was go with him. I loved him, but don't all things have to end eventually? I just wish it didn't have to end like this. But I have to put myself first this time, I have to love myself first. Sometimes holding on is much worse than leaving.
Explanation:
I wrote this story in the form of a girl, but I am actually a boy.