The Break-Up

I’m walking. Its night and the street lamps light the street. My hands are shoved into my jean pockets. Rain weighs down my dark brown hair. A thousand things are going through my mind, but all of them have something in common. They are all memories of my girlfriend, Jessica, and I. The good moments, and the bad moments play like a movie in my head. I close my eyes, and tilt my head back. The raindrops crash onto my face. I can feel them run down my cheeks. The worst memory of them all takes its turn on the theater screen in my head. This memory had just happened about an hour ago.

Jessica had met me in the park. She looked so beautiful with the light from the lamps bouncing of her long, blonde hair. She had asked me to meet her there to tell me something. I had something I wanted to tell her too. We had been dating for about four months, and I still hadn’t said that I loved her because I thought I would be rushing things. So, I was going to tell her then. When I saw her, I gave her a hug, but she didn’t hug back. She seemed tense.

“Hey, Luke”, was all she said to greet me. “Listen I’m sorry, but I don’t think this will work.” That sentence had taken my breath away. My arms were slack at my side. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She continued, “I have been thinking about this for a while, and I just don’t think it will work out for us.”

“But”, I started as I put my hands on her shoulders. “Jessica, I love you.” I thought that saying that would help, but all it did was make tears fall from her sapphire like eyes. “I don’t know what I did, but I can fix it. I promise.” At this point, she was sobbing so much that she couldn’t make a single word.

“I’m sorry”, was all she whispered, and then she turned and ran home. I just stumbled backwards onto a bench. None of it made sense. I thought we were doing so well. Sure we had a couple fights, but don’t all couples? I decided to take a walk to clear my head, and now here I am in the rain on an abandoned street at night. I went through that scene a few more times to see if she had hinted at something that I did wrong, but I didn’t remember anything. Frustration caused me to throw my hands in the air and yell, “What did I do?” I turned and punched the street lamp. Then I kicked the trash can that was sitting next to it. Candy wrapper, pop bottles, and old newspapers scattered in the street. I dropped to my knees. My hands dropped into my lap. Tears mixed with the rain on my cheeks. I needed someone to talk to, so I texted my friend Logan.

Me: Hey dude, can we talk?

Logan: Sure bud. What’s up?

Me: Jessica just ended it.

Logan: That stinks. Did she say why?

Me: No. She wouldn’t even tell me who did the wrong.

Logan: Um sorry man, but I think I’m the one who did the wrong.

Me: What do you mean?

Logan: I kissed her yesterday at the movies