Tom K

Luuu and I broke up a long time ago. I didn't really know what happened between us. We were the couple of the year, the perfect match, the ones who "will never break up." The whole school loved us, but the best thing of all was that we were happy. I was the best boyfriend: I was chivalrous with Luuu, I wrote her letters, I called her whenever I missed her, and above all, I was very affectionate.

Everything was perfect until Luuu told me we had to break up because her parents thought the relationship was "too intense" and that "we're still too young to be in love." So we broke up. I believed Luuu; I thought we'd get back together. Because we were made for each other. Or so I thought. Well, to make a long story short, we did get back together. But it wasn't like the first time. People started spreading rumors about us, and that slowly made the relationship toxic. Until we reached this point: we'd break up, get back together, break up, get back together. Until we were finally fed up with this point that seemed to have no return, and we ended things for good.

It hurt both of us, yes. Why deny it? But it was the best thing for both of us, honestly. A lot of people started saying that Luuu only used me to become popular, and I believed all that crap. Then I started to hate Luuu. Or at least I tried to, because that hatred only lasted two weeks. And because… now when I see her… I feel like everything can work out again.

For example, right now, we're in physics class. Since she never changed seats, she's still next to me. And, god… now it's impossible not to see her. Because… damn, the sun coming through the window is shining right on her face, and I can see her beautiful eyes. Those eyes that always melted me. Her hands… the ones she always held under the covers when we watched movies at her house. Her hair… her face… her nose… her mouth… all of that once drove me crazy. And apparently, it still drives me crazy.

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