Final stand: Oh brittle heart of mine....SHATTERED!!!

It all seemed imminent. One way or another, break up was charging straight at us. The whole issue of breaking up wasn’t new to us-or at least to me. Have an argument, think I’m all right, try to question her, not get satisfying answers, get pissed and finally harbor ‘walk away’ thoughts in my brain. The five month split was over and me and my Juliet were finally reunited. It all seemed easy, hang out, have fun and basically keep the whole thing going.

Well, I got a place of my own, kinda, and Rita came over for a whole week. It was  the palace you’d wish to take your princess to - aaaaam,  it lacked a moat, bridge, high walls and there was no dragon lurking outside the huge doors, heck, there was no big door either, but it wasn’t so bad. From the start, Rita seemed a little queasy. The place was all quiet, and I must admit, a little boring but the fact of us being together made me feel it wouldn’t be too bad. The week was pretty much okay, save for a few arguments, actually two, and a few challenges here and there.

Tuesday. Rita was going back to school. I felt baaaaaad! No, I felt terrible! How about I felt terribly baaaaaad! Took her to town and watched her catch the bus to school. I went back to my moat less, dragon less palace-I should seriously get me a dragon- and just waited for her to call and tell me she got to school safe. She eventually did but we did not talk as much as I wanted us to.

The next couple of days were pretty weird! Rita went back home because the first week of school wasn’t jam packed and no serious thing was going on anyway. While she’s at home Rita and I do not talk a lot because her folks get concerned about her talking for long on the phone, so I didn’t expect us to talk a lot. But then two days on we had only talked for five minutes. She had suddenly gotten all busy and held up that she could not talk to me! I wasn’t comfortable.

When I eventually got a hold of her for more than five minutes, Rita told me she had spent a whole day with this guy-Johnny. Now Johnny to me wasn’t the kind of guy you’d be all comfortable to leave your princess with for a whole day. The guy was an artist and as you know my Rita was into art a lot. The guy had hinted to her that he didn’t mind if she had some extra motives apart from art-now when a guy says that to you girls, please get worried! Unless it’s your childhood crush or something. The next day after church as I later found out the two hanged out till in the evening and the guy even offered to drop her to school!

I had always felt uneasy whener Rita is around other guys. She is the friendly type of person and yeah a lot of my friends had noticed this but to me I felt that it was getting out of hand. She was prioritizing them more than me. She even had the guts to tell me she was talking to one of them because she felt she could get help from them rather than me-her prince charming. I was enraged, wanted to get my hands on two pillars and push so very hard with every strand of hair on my head! I tried calling Rita to talk things out but her line was busy, although to midnight! She was talking to her guy pals. The next day I asked her why she didn’t want to talk, what does she say? “I didn’t know it had gotten that late.” Just that! Not to mention I had tried calling her earlier and she had told me she would call after she got to school. She did get to school but she went straight into talking to the other guys.

Enough was enough. I had sworn to myself I would try my level best to hold on to this girl but gosh this hurting had just gotten out of hand. I told Rita I wanted us to come to an end and surprisingly she did not even try to hold on to ‘what we had’. Okay is all she could blurt out and to say the truth that hurt pretty much. It’s two days since I last talked to Rita. Yeah- you’re probably thinking, psshhh, only two, but it’s been like eons! I would want her back in my life but the thought of the other guys hanging around just drives me crazy. I still think of her from time to time. Good thoughts, mostly. I just wish that when our relationship ended, she had hurt a little bit more, because in my head she wasn’t :(