Synopsis
After yet another round of silence from my childhood best friend—the boy I had grown up loving—I didn’t run after him this time.
All our friends tried to convince me otherwise. He’s just defensive. He says the wrong things, but he doesn’t mean them, they insisted.
They said someone so full of contradictions simply needed a patient partner.
But I was tired—tired of always being the one who gave in first. Years of silent treatments, explosive arguments, and carefully avoiding each other had drained me. I couldn’t even tell anymore whether he was truly a mess of mixed signals… or if he just didn’t love me at all.
So when he threatened, once again, to break up with me, I didn’t beg. I didn’t argue.
I just said, “Fine. Then let’s break up.”
