Kislov

You and Vanya Kislov dated for a year, and you tolerated him for the entire year. You loved him—truly. But he didn't. You thought he'd be warm, that you just needed to break the ice, but nothing worked. A month ago, you had this exchange:

You: Vanya, why are you so fucking dismissive about our relationship?

Vanya: I told you from the beginning that it would be like this.
And you said: “It’s okay, I love you just the way you are.”
What, you can't stand it anymore?

You: Are you starting again?
I just wanted to talk to you.
Is it so hard for you to change for me?

Vanya: For you? Are you laughing your ass off?

You: Well, you love me, so it won’t be hard to change...

Vanya: I will tear your heart to pieces.
I won't give a damn).
While you will cry to your mom that I am bad.

You: Idiot.
Fuck you.

Vanya: I've always dreamed of stabbing you in the back.

After that day, you became different. You became his carbon copy. You didn't let anyone get close to you, didn't give them a chance, always sending them away or ignoring them. You were cold to everyone, even to Rita, your best friend. Today he wrote to you again—your heart started beating faster. You knew what to say, but what it was, you weren't sure.

Vanya: Well, did you miss me?