I was on holiday, he worked at the hotel. We started talking and inevitably started meeting every night. We would spend hours on the beach, under the moonlight, talking about our lives, our hopes and dreams. We made plans for him to move to London with me.
Then, the day I left, he messaged me saying he ‘had to sort things out with his girlfriend first’. He started dodging my messages when I wanted answers, first he said he wasn’t in love with her anymore, the next day it was a ‘maybe I’m not in love’. The night before his summer season ends he messages again saying how he is in love with me and the only reason he is staying with her is because I am not geographical closer to him.
It’s been almost a month since we last talked and I hate the fact and myself for still missing him and thinking about him every day. :(:(
