I saw him at a Halloween party. He had caught my eye, something about the way he looked, his facial expressions masking away the hidden emotions buried within him. The way he walked as well told a story about him, it seemed as though he glided across the ground, hoping to get away from his problems. Or maybe what really caught my eye was the way he said “hi” to me. I didn’t swoon over him like allot of other girls, I only said “hi” back and continued to socialize with the people at the party. Once in a while though, I would sneak a glance at him, and when he noticed my stare I would smile and he smile back at me.
A week later he asked to be my boyfriend, sang a song to me and gave me a heart shaped guitar-pick. I could honestly say that I was thrilled. I did indeed think he was somewhat interesting (while most other girls though that he was incredibly desirable) and thought that he was also cute (girls thought that he was incredibly desirable). I had accepted his plea to go out with me, and I do say that I was happy that he picked me, an ordinary looking girl, out of all the other girls that would be considered much more pretty than me.
He wasn’t my first boyfriend, no. I had gone out with a couple of other guys before, as he did too. We both knew how the whole boyfriend girlfriend thing worked out, we would hang out during lunch, sometimes just the two of us, him with my friends or me with his. He walks me to my classes and he gives me rides home on occasions. We seemed perfectly happy, and people always comment on how cute we are, as well as pointing out about how short I was compared to him.
I thought we where happy, or, I should say that I thought that I was happy. I was/am falsely going through this short relationship without voicing my thoughts. I know that I haven’t been going out with him for a long time, but I realized that this guy that I dated was just…normal. He was just like every other guy you see, not a man that stood out from the crowd. Of course, part of him intrigued me, but I wasn’t fully attracted to him. It isn’t enough to carry out a relationship with him, even if he does really like me. And I know that he does really like me. I can see it in his eyes when he stares at me. His friends tell me that he said that I was the best thing that ever happened to him.
Unfortunately I must end the relationship this Friday. Unfortunately I must break his heart, I must be the one who crushes him. But I cant go on, I cant be happy in a one-sided relationship. I cant live a lie.

Much Gratitude,
Sophia