He held my hand and kissed my forehead. I will forever hate him for it. There was a time I really did believe guys never give unless there is something to take. On the 14th of April, 2009, he took me out to explain to me why we split up and how he felt. I thought he felt bad and wanted to assure that I was okay. It was more than enough to gain my respect. He gave me hope in humanity. He was the light that made everything okay again, because after what's-his-face I hadn’t been okay.
Now, I can’t help but mock at this misjudgement. Wasn’t that a bit naïve? Wasn’t that a bit self-absorbed to think he did it out of his own good will just for me? If he was this great, wouldn’t I have known? He never was. He never could be. The final straw is blown - no more contacts other than accidents from now on.
He has taken away the one thing that I have treasured from him, in just half a day.
An ethical male is such an oxymoron.
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