"I don't love you anymore". I looked deeply into her eyes and slowly walked towards her.
"I don't believe you", I said.
"I slept with someone else while you were away."
"Are you really serious right now!" is what I was trying to say but she interrupted.
"Please just go I can't do this anymore."
My face filled up with tears and then I asked her, "Why, just why do this to me?"
"Because no matter what, you would've hurt me....", was all she could say. I loved her.
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The One
Non-FictionIt was only senior year. Four years of my life all about to come to an end for college next year. Had the stereotypical deadbeat father and hardworking mother in a Caribbean household. The bisexual, black girl trying to get through her senior year o...
