You’re getting what...?

Two years down the drain. 

Two fucking years thrown away with a text message. 

The day before Valentine's day just to rub some salt in that wound. 

But wait there's more. 

"It's nothing you did" she said.

"Iloveyou" she repeated. (This is exactly how we texted 'I love you' no matter what) 

What a way to make my blood boil. 

"We can still be bestfriends."

How fucking cliche.

But I allowed it because I thought I couldn't live without her. 

Not even a week later I learn her ex is back in town. 

My trigger. I hated him with my entire being. 

She came over to stay the night shortly after. 

She took a phone call and left for about an hour. 

You'll never believe what she returned to me with. 

A DAMN ENGAGEMENT RING ON HER FINGER.

"He proposed to me" she stated as if I didn't notice. 

"And you left him to come back to stay the night with me?  You must really be in love" I snapped back. 

I got excuse after excuse. 

It's easier with her family if she is with a man.. Life is hard as a lesbian couple.. my parents hated her.. I deserve better..

Whatever. 

Here's my favorite part of this "breakup".

She invited me to her wedding! 

I went.

I planned on making a scene. 

I planned my objection speech. 

I sat there until I heard "we are gathered here today..." and I walked out. 

No scene. 

No objection. 

I just left. 

Guess who's asking for my attention 5 years and a nasty divorce later...

And guess who's not taking that phone call. 

You spoke so sweetly,

Oh so kind. 

"Let's get dinner and head back to my place for some movies" You said. 

"After tonight I won't be able to say I've never seen Forrest Gump" I jokingly answered. 

Was i crushing? 

Hell yes. 

Seeing you every day and sharing flirtatious banter and glances was stirring the butterflies in my stomach. 

I was so ready to actually spend an evening just the two of us. 

So ready for the time after that too. 

Naive, right? 

I didn't care. 

Such a gentleman. 

We met for dinner and we talked more than we ate. 

The waitress made sure to tell us we were an adorable couple before we left. 

I liked the sound of that.  

Back at your place we made it through our movie without any tension or pressure. 

As soon as it ended though you said "I've wanted you all night."

You started kissing me and I could hardly believe what was happening. 

Next thing I know, you swept me off my feet.. literally. 

You picked me up and threw me on your bed. 

Our clothes found their way to your floor and our bodies found their way to each other. 

The way you spoke, I thought you had an idea of what you were doing..

Not even close. 

Were you afraid to actually touch me? 

You laid there while I took charge. 

I couldn't feel you or even tell that you were interested anymore. 

Then the most terrifying noise came from your mouth. 

You lifted me off of you. 

"Thanks" you said to me as you ran to the bathroom to clean yourself off..

Then under the covers you went. 

Snoring in less than a minute. 

"So this is it" I thought. 

I got dressed, showed myself out and never spoke of that evening again. 

A week went by. 

"Hey, what are you getting into this weekend? I'd love to see you" he hinted at me. 

I walked away and never looked back. 

I learned shortly after that I was one of four girls he's been doing this to..

Is it wrong that I thought it was funny when he called me saying one of the others gave him chlamydia? 

Sucks to be you now huh? 

I'm glad I didn't look back.