When I met you, I had just turned 18. I was young and naive, and you used that. We would stay up late watching movies, we would go home together after seeing our friends. We would call each other drunk, like no one else mattered.
When I turned 19, you didn’t show up on my birthday. You told me that we didn’t work out. When I was 19, I left the country, flying 5000 miles to create a new life. When I was 19 and overseas, you told me that you loved me.
When I turned 20, I didn’t expect much of you. You kissed me at my birthday party and then forgot about me again. When I was 20, I realised that sometimes you can’t have everything. When I was 20, you came running back and wanted another chance. When I was 20, I let you break my heart again.
When I turned 21, I thought I was over it. When I was 21, I went out and got drunk. You kissed me, only for me to find out you had a new girl. When I was 21, I found that you loved someone else. When I was 21, I had to deal with the options of being a home-wrecker to get you back, or moving on. When I was 21, I tried to get you back.
When I turned 22, I finally understood that you can’t force someone to stay in your life if they don’t want to. Now, that I am 22, I have deleted you from my present and future.
- 4 years that broke me. //E.A.