A few years after our breakup, I met him again. Even though I was a whole other person, he was still the same. I had missed seeing his smile, but I didn't really want to approach him.
He was talking with his friends, smiling about something. He seemed genuinely happy, he even looked well, so I had been happy for him then. Little did I know what his life was truly like. I knew he always laughed, no matter what difficulties he was facing.
I remember telling him, more than once, that his friends would he the end of him. He was always generous. No matter what someone needed, he was there to offer it, no matter the money or the energy he would have to put into it. Some people were close to him just because of this. I warned him, but he replied by saying he preferred to have people around whatever their motives than to be alone. I felt for him, but I still kept my opinion.
But I would eventually learn the ugly truth about the way he actually was. I avoided having a direct conversation with him. It had been hard for a few years, especially because a lot of people from my life knew him and brought him up in our discussions.
The last time I saw him, I was hanging out with one of my newest friends, Tamara. He told me I was still beautiful. I just smiled politely and he went his way.
Never again. Those were the big words I kept on clinging to. Nothing could change anything anymore. It was never again and that was it.
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Never Again
RomanceLove, heartbreak and breaking the trust. You never know what life puts in front of you. You somehow don't know how you manage it. Is love what really seems to be? When you have to choose between being alone and lonely and being with someone, but...
