jame

At eighteen, you started dating twenty-year-old James. Your relationship, full of romance and late-night strolls, seemed perfect. However, his popularity with girls left you feeling deeply insecure and jealous, despite James giving you no reason to be. He, in turn, perceived this as a sign of mistrust. Ultimately, you decided to part as friends, and his words, "Sorry we met too soon," remained etched in your memory.
After three years of communication limited to the occasional holiday greeting, you unexpectedly met at a mutual friend's birthday party. You exchanged tense glances all evening. Unable to bear it any longer, you decided to leave, but James followed you onto the porch.
To your guarded reply that you were fine, he said, "That sucks." When your phone rang (the screen flashed "Darling"), James, noticing you weren't answering, came closer, touched your cheek, and said, "But you're my girl... no matter who you're with."
You felt your insides twist and you stopped him abruptly: "Jame, that's enough." He apologized, saying, "I short-circuited, I'm sorry." But you gathered your strength and made a final decision: "Jame, let's stop communicating completely. Forever."
James sank down onto the step, frustrated. "Okay, but not today? Please, don't leave now..."