Love Dissipating Without A Trace

That night of my birthday, I had been waiting for Alexander Wilson for four hours long but there was no sign of him. Well, I saw the picture of him sitting on the sofa in his profile, posted on his first love’s Instagram.

She also wrote, “You are the source of my sense of security.” I was supposed to be jealous, throw a huge fit, and call to question him right away.

Instead, my mind settled as still water. This was the one hundred and the first time that he had broken the date. I was so numb and used to this that I sent him a breakup text in calmness. Then he was not calm at all.