I have always been stubborn. Last night, it was at a different level. It was on the level where my lifelong dreams and my greatest love could have flown away in a snap. My argument with my boyfriend was valid, but it will never be enough to justify my foolish suggested solution: breaking up.
The fight was something millions of couples could have solved in five minutes or so, but since I was stubborn as I’ve said, it took an hour in my 10-hour shift (was on breaktime!). My feelings and reasons revolved around the way his voice sounded on the phone with me. I was right to demand a calmed voice when I phoned him earlier but because I was the first one to raise my tone, his initial reaction got in and I received a nastier voice back. Who wouldn’t react the way he did, when while enjoying your dinner you got a nagging call from your girlfiend? But the reason I was bitching over the phone was a different, shallow story (Okay, I’ll tell you. He wasn’t replying to my texts for two-three hours. He was busy with work. He apologized during the same phone convo right after realizing the way he sounded. Fuck me, right?).
But no. I was stubborn and I needed more apology. The way to get that scale of sorry was to express more anger even when it was no longer necessary. My boyfriend went to my office’s building on his way home fully unaware of the shit I was about to put him through. As I was walking towards him, I was determined not to smile (even when I really wanted to – he was jolly when he saw me) and make him feel my wrath… or ego.
I started lashing out things which were very irresponsible to say in the first place, things I never meant, things that stabbed my very own heart because deep down I knew he didn’t deserve them. But I was blinded by anger and pride that I was even able to bring up the thought of breaking up to end the ordeal once and for all. For a few seconds, maybe even for a few minutes, I was a bit confident that if he agreed to my idea of parting ways I could just move on with my life. I was even proud to have an eye to eye contact with this poor man that I actually and truly love while challenging him to end this wonderful relationship we have. He never said yes. He never said no. And before he could even take the chance to finally spill a decision to me, I decided to hold his hand. I wanted to say sorry immediately but my pride kept eating my words. Such a stupid woman I was.
The only great thing about this story was that we turned out alright and in each other’s arms. He held me like he was never hurt, he lent me his hanky, he kissed my forehead several times, he told me he loves me.
Fast forward to my breakfast a while ago (was alone, had another breaktime at work)…
Since I was alone, I got the time to reflect. Then every happy thing that happened in our relationship flashed back into my mind. It felt like the universe woke me up from a coma by hitting my head with a rock. That’s the moment I recognized the fact that technically I could move on without him had that break up drama pushed through, but my life would never be the same. It would be the saddest life I’d ever live if reincarnations are true.
I love this guy with my whole heart, mind, body, and soul that I am no ashamed to declare it here. I love you. And I’m sorry… again.