When I was much younger, I used to brag to my friends that I wasn’t going to fall head over heels for a guy. Everything in my life back then was based on percentage. I told them that I couldn’t give a guy more than 50% affection and this was for my own protection. Little did I know that I was going to be having that heart break feeling in my chest! You know the type that makes you feel like you are running out of breath and your chest is in pain?
I made up my mind that I wasn’t going to date any guy in school because most of them were after my ass (it isn’t big but they always claimed that the shape is good *wink wink *) and my lips (The kissable lips description). But you see, I am not like other girls. This girl just needed a guy that wasn’t after physical appearances.
I managed to go through 100 level with no boyfriend but then in 200 level there was this playboy that caught my attention. He wasn’t good for me, we all knew that. “You will end up with a broken heart” my brain said to me but guess what? My heart said otherwise!
I started falling little by little for him and before I realized what was happening he had way over 50% of my affection. I tried getting friends talk me out of it but hell no, the heart wants what it wants.
Things started getting rosy. I didn’t expect less. He was a PLAYBOY. Gradually, we went from just being random people to being the talk of the entire school. People would literally walk up to me to start up a conversation or be friends, all because of him.
Days turned into weeks, weeks became months and in my heart of hearts, I was ready to date this guy. Unfortunately, bad boy desires started creeping in, I wasn’t going to give in and of course we started having issues. I tried to explain it to him over and over again why I took the stand I did, but uncle decided to act up rather than be understanding.
Now, I hate it when people act up unnecessarily. I mean, we can work this out! We gradually started becoming distant and I had to act like I didn’t care as a self defense mechanism.
Summer came and we had to go home for the long vacation and that was it! No calls, No text messages. Nothing! That was the hardest 3 months in my life! I tried to talk things over but the only condition was to quench his thirst for 3 minutes of pleasure.
All through the 3 months, I decided to stop reaching out and wait till we resumed school but to my surprise, he resumed with a girlfriend!!! Well I wasn’t so surprised since he was a playboy after all but what the hell?
I was livid, I tried so hard not to cry, I tried so hard to understand how it happened so fast but my imagination failed me. There was no other choice than to live with the gossips, stares and my own disappointment.
The heart break feeling in my chest was louder than my voice. All my expectations were cut short. The idea of me having a boyfriend died and I basically ignored every other person till I graduated from the school. I never saw myself sitting at the broken hearted table, but here I was ruling the broken hearted girls (‘Queen of Broken Hearts’).
The hardest part was seeing him everyday with his new girl and she acting like we were cool. Such hypocrisy if you ask me *insert hair flip here * It took a while but I eventually got over him and moved on with my life. Life goes on and I turned out great!
Have you ever gotten your heart broken?