"I can't stand the pain that I am putting your through," he whimpers out.
"No," I tell him sternly as I slam my hands to the table, pushing myself up to standing. "You do not have the right to cry about dumping me."
I leave from the booth and walk away from the idiot crying in the booth. I put my life on hold for five months while this jerk was deployed overseas, stayed up late to Skype with him, and mail each other gifts. He returns back to O'Fallon and we spend all of our time together. He's texting me about how he misses me and an hour later, on my lunch break, he breaks up with me.
"I just don't think you're the one," I mutter the memory of what he told me under my breath.
I get into my car to drive back to my cozy apartment in town. I have not been out to the bar since he had returned to town. I plan to go out and enjoy myself, start living my life instead of placing it on hold. I'm going to get myself dressed up and just have fun.
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