It is Friday night and I am leaving the university campus gym to find that I have six new unread messages on my phone. They are all from Sean, my ex since the night before yesterday. And although his emotional swings – from pleading to anger – do not go unnoticed, I catch myself fixating on his grammatical mistake. I deserve something more than this. Instead of αντί. I doubt the autocorrect is to blame for his mistake. Sean is not exactly known for being the sharpest mind! Okay, that’s not entirely true. There are things he’s great at catching on the fly; baseball, for example. Seriously though, the guy can handle every relevant statistic with ease, even if it dates back to the ’60s. Academic knowledge, however, is not his strong suit. “Perfect boyfriend” also can’t be counted among his strengths, at least not lately. I never wanted to be one of those girls who break up and get back together with the same guy over and over again. I truly believed I could do better, but Sean McCall has trapped me since my first year at Briar University.
He enchanted me with his flawless appearance and innocent smile reminiscent of a little boy. That beautiful, slightly crooked smile that highlights his wonderful dimples and is full of promises. I look at my phone again and the doubts cling to me like the ivy climbing the building behind me. Pff… What does he want to talk about now? Whatever we had to say, we said it last night. I meant it when I told him we were done before I almost ran out of his fraternity. And indeed, we are done now. This is our fourth breakup in three years. I can’t keep doing this to myself, I have to break this sick vicious cycle of excitement and disappointment, especially when the person I was supposed to build my future with is determined to keep me stuck.