Pre-made kimchi pancakes and eggs in a cute lil mushroom plate for sad girl hours 🌟
I don’t care if it was short, I really thought this guy was the one. I had felt things I had never felt before in my entire life when I was with him, and supposedly he felt the same. He confessed to me first. We were making future plans together. He was supposed to be meeting some of my closest friends at the end of the month and his brother had already started to call me sister. He was trying to get closer to my brother. He told me I was everything he had prayed for. He could kiss my hand, look me in the eyes and say he couldn’t believe how hard and fast he was falling in love with me, just to drop me only a few days later like everything was fake the entire time.
I frankly should have seen it coming because it always felt too good to be true. I felt hurt and betrayed. I packed up his things today and his smell on them made it feel like there were needles all through my body.
I feel ridiculous for feeling anything, let alone such a painful physical reaction. I have such emotional whiplash and all I want to do is kick his door down and scream how could he do this? How was it so easy for him after everything he had said and shown me? Why was it that everyone around him could see all the effort and love I was giving him but he still felt it wasn’t enough? Every free moment I had, the effort in personalised gifts, the scheduled texts before work, the constant words of affirmation, all the things I had never done for anyone else, all that I did, was it really not enough?
I know it’s not my fault, but somehow it still feels like it is and maybe that’s what sucks so much.
I can’t even say I hate him because the love I had for him ran so deep, but I am angry enough to say I hope he feels guilty.
And that it tears him apart.
He’ll probably end up seeing this too. Fuck you for what you did. I didn’t deserve this. You were right, you are a weak man.