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Dear Diary,
I broke up with David earlier this day. It was easier than i expected. After failed attempts of convincing him to break up with me, I finally did it. I knew deep inside me he wasnt sure. It wasnt a deep-connection type of relationship anyways. We were only binded by a single label. Weve only been dating for days and I already know hes just in it for the fun. Meanwhile, I wasnt.
Before I met him, i secretly wished to have a companion. Then, he came. I was surprised that he asked me to be his gf only after days of meeting online (yes, just by this plot we already know its going to fail).
I told my friend about him, she was elated, maybe because its been a while since i dated after being brokenhearted from a guy undeserving of my attention. She made all of this seem like a magical new opportunity for me.
David was a great guy. A patient one, and everything. I knew we could make it work if we wanted. But he was such a great talker that it triggered my anxious side. I kept on thinking to myself, of course, all things seem real with words. But when he tells me he loves me how would he actually prove that to me?
So I asked him, instead of having me come to costa rica, he should come here and meet my family next year instead. But he refused and kept changing the topic. I told him, i couldnt afford a ticket going there. But he still insisted, saying that hed pay the ticket and all that crap, i was being realistic, as always. I just hate bullshit. I told him straight up, I know we both earned barely. But he still kept on talking crap. He kept on telling me i could afford it.
I thought to myself, ah hes not the guy im looking for. I wasnt willing to waste my time anymore. So yep, told him i couldnt afford continuing whatever we were and said sorry, then blocked him.