I knew it was over when I woke up and saw him sitting at the table in candle-light smoking a cigarette alone and silent, again. Why be there instead of touching me? Why so distant in that world of darkness and the past? He was so handsome with long brown hair, pale skin, lean body…but so filled with blood and shadows. He told me all he wanted was light and love…but I wondered then if it was true. I remember falling asleep staring at the LED red numbers of the time on the alarm clock: 3:16 a.m.
Aftermath: A few weeks later we parted dramatically. It was like raking knives through my heart, but I knew he was never really mine. Whoever or whatever he loved, it was not me.
After dating my high school boyfriend for almost a year, we both went away to college. I knew it was over when he called me every night to bitch about how much he didn’t like his school and how he couldn’t meet any people. When I suggested he could make friends at social events or by joining organizations, he said he’d rather play video games in his dorm room.
Aftermath: We lasted about one month more, but only because I couldn’t bring myself to break up with him on the phone.
When winter rolled around, I saw his hideous leather jacket.
Aftermath: I stuck it out for a couple more months, but when my grandmother passed away and he was indifferent, that was the end.
It was our first date. We were at dinner, having what I thought was a fun, laughter-filled conversation. Then there was an awkward lull. I looked down at my plate and wracked my brain for something interesting to say. For some reason, I couldn’t think of a single thing to say to this guy, not one comment or question. Then I glanced up and saw him let out a deep breath and roll his eyes.
Aftermath: We went out two more times. The conversations never flowed easily.
We had unsatisfying sex a few weeks in, and while snuggling afterward, he told me that he was a Scotsman, and Scottish men were better than Englishmen, because Englishmen kick their women out of bed after sex. He droned on a bit about how awesome he was because he was Scottish. I told him I was Polish and didn’t care.
Aftermath: One more date after that. I gave him another chance in the sex department, and in the middle of it, he said “I’m falling in love with you.” By the way, he still lived with his mother.