When I was fourteen, I fell for this guy who was at that time fifteen years old. Hadn't reach his puberty yet, I was pretty sure, he was the immature one, not ME. Believe me, it felt like there was nothing to figure out. Sometimes we thought there was nothing in this world that could take us down. We talked, we laughed, we stared and smiled at each other and I cried but he didn't. And at one point, I realized he's not the one. He's the kind of guy who will never give in. He takes, but he doesn't give. At one very point, I knew he wasn't everything I wanted in a guy. So I left him - without him knowing the solid reasons why I dumped him. And till then, I don't give a shit about it.
During 8 months we were together, he had never mentioned about moving into an official relationship. We were together, everyone knew that, but we just weren't an official couple. Sometimes I kept staring at him wondering "what is the point of being here with you, if you are not even serious?" or "are we even there yet?"
And one thing that I was never sure of when I was him is that did he really love me? He took EVERY SINGLE THING for granted. He was so uncertain. So I left him. I hate him. Loathe maybe.
Now when I'm sixteen, I'll go 'blekh' whenever I see him. Just looking at him makes me feel wrong. And my best friends will start mumbling 'jeez Ja, just what qualities you saw in him?' 'look at him, he is ugleyh' 'Ja, you know you made a huge mistake back then'
And we will laugh. We know exactly fact that our school is full of unwanted faces - and these people are actually consist of our own Exs. Haha.
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