Jake Justice
As I walked away, it started to rain, and I thought it was a beautiful end to the relationship.
As I walked away, it started to rain, and I thought it was a beautiful end to the relationship.
He sent her a dozen roses on Valentine's Day after five years of silence as if it would erase all the bruises he made on her now fourteen-year-old daughter.
It was only after I shattered the chocolate heart that I wondered if allegories worked outside of literary works.
In less than 24 hours, I found out he constantly dropped ecstasy, cheated on me by sleeping with his cousin's 15 year old best friend, fooled around with his best friend's sister, and that everything I knew in this world from the man I was ready to marry was a lie.
I asked him twice to get mustard, but he drove away from the window without even bothering.
Finally, he decided that he didn't love me anymore, so I guess all I can do is to become a good hindi speaking exiled particle physicist.
Nine years after he married me and twenty one months after he broke my heart, he sent me flowers while he was on vacation with his new girlfriend.
As I stood outside watching my breath merge with the cold air and starlight, I realized that he will never need me as much as I need him to need me.
I didn't cry when my grandma died so I refuse to let myself cry because of anything else.
I lied and told him, "I believe in God," in order to make him love me.
As I was carrying heavy furniture across the room with my father, I realized that physical pain does not bother me when my heart is broken.
I counted every single day of our relationship, then one day I realized I had been counting down all along.
He was going to wipe the tear away, but his touch burnt me, especially after I told him my boyfriend hadn't done that for over a month.
I tried, once, to tell you to be my boyfriend, but then you asked me, "How?"
I told him that I would have become a citizen of Iran for him and then I changed my mind.
I've been waiting all day for you to call and apologize so I could hang up on you.
One of the worst feelings in the world is when you realize you weren't really paranoid after all.
He said he loved me, but left me for another girl, only to try and win me back again.
We had been broken up a month when I learned he married another women while we were together.