I have no idea how I ended up standing at this weird girl's front door. Actually, I do. She's really cute. Sure, its only to have sex with her, but the fucks i give about being a dick have all been put into the supply of fucks I plan on using with my dick. I get about a knock and a half in to the door before her dogs go apeshit. My short, smiling date with big blue eyes and hair dyed dark red opens the door. she has me say wassup to her mom real quick and we head to a movie. I don't remember what it was cause we talked through it. We get back to her room in the basement. Score. She loves music. I love music. We love the same music. That's admittedly dope as hell. She puts on some music, turns off her lights and we lie down on her bed. I'm in. We start to make out and I work some magic on her ass with my hand. And just like magic, It didn't work (Magic isn't real. Grow the fuck up). She tells me she wants to wait to have sex. I'm chill with it, I'll get it next time. I was wrong, but I kept on going to hang out with her. I ended up asking her to be my girlfriend, and she said yes for some reason. We had been dating for a while when I took her out to the middle of some dumbass midwestern field in the middle of nowhere (Middle of the west now that i think about it). Its a big night. I'm gonna tell her that i love her. We're lying in a nest of blankets we put together in the bed of my truck. I'm fumbling over embarrassingly cliche words when I'm about to get to the point when she interrupts me and says, "I love you too." My life is perfect, or at least thats what i thought until it started to be severely imperfect. we got way too bored with each other. On top of that, she had way too many moments where she was a total bitch queen of the universe (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SHKXKHBkzLE my feelings summed up perfectly), and I was a very jealous and very unappreciative person. We had talks about breaking up and they were all excruciatingly painful, but when I actually said the words "We should break up" It went over way smother than i could've imagined. Almost smooth enough to where I was a little hurt she didn't react more, because I'm really selfish. Time moves on, I don't really think much of it at first. Then about a month after we broke up it became the only thing I would think about. every time I'd get on my phone I would see something that reminded me of her and then i'd see her new boyfriend and that's the twisting knife that made me delete her contacts, pictures, messages and throw away anything I owned that reminded me of her (except for this kickass shirt she got me that i kept due to the sheer amounts of ass it kicks). We Haven't talked at all after the break up aside from a few texts here and there getting our stuff back from each other's houses right after we broke up. Ultimately I think it's good that we broke up, It wasn't gonna work out between us. I still feel like I miss her though. Im not sure if it's her that I miss or if its having somebody like her in my life that I miss, but I know it still sucks to think about it.