Bernard and I started dating two years ago. We met in London, we were there for the holidays. His father and me father are good friends, and they decided to take both families to London. Well, he was the only kid my age, so we spent a lot of time together, and we fell in love.
I still remember our first kiss, it was in Trafalgar Square. It was the last Sunday of our holidays, and me and my family were flying back the following day. He was staying for another week. It was so sweet, so shy, yet sweet. I’ve never had good relationships, and I really thought this could be a good one. He was so sweet. Anyways, when I returned to Buenos Aires, I knew I was in love with him. and for a week, I tried to quiet the feelings, thinking that it was just a crush. After the events on the island, I’ve had a lot of crushes. But I was aching so much to see him. Also I was reading Brave New World, and every time I came across his name, the world was brighter and I melted.
Then he returned and when we saw the next day at school, I told him what I felted, and he said he loved me too. Since that day, my hand almost never left his. Every Friday, he gave me a red rose, saying he wanted to return me some of my own light. He was so sweet. One month after we began dating, we had sex for the first time, no, not sex, we made love. It was the sweetest night of my life. I remember the way he looked me in the eye and said he loved me. I’ve never felt so much pleasure in my life. I came four times. Then I fell asleep on his arms.
And for two years, I had roses, and I made love to a man I loved. And for two years, the stars seemed to be brighter, and I always felt it was spring when I was by his side. I have always been a spring girl.
Then, a week ago, he asked me out. I thought it was just another date, but he took me to cafe, and he was looking weird. Then he ordered me and Irish coffee, and when it came, he looked me in the eye and said: “I’m sorry Scarlett, but I can’t do this anymore. I don’t love you anymore, I don’t want you to call me, or to search for me. I’m sorry, I know it hurts, but I can’t. It is for the best. Goodbye” And then he left without looking back. I was in shock, it took me nearly ten minutes to understand what he said. Then I cried, and cried, and I ran home. I have not seen him since then. He is going away now. And I am hear, crying over a keyboard, writing this for eyes that I do not know.
God, the pain is so vast. I feel like dying, it feels just like Nathalie. Maybe worst.
Fuck Bernard, what happened? Please if you read this, please tell me what happened, tell me what did I do.
