Dear First Love,
Today was a Monday. I hated Mondays because that’s when we have PE, but today, I hate it for so much more than that.
You were sweet as always. You presented me with a bouquet of tulips - my favourite flower - in front of everyone. People were talking about how sweet you were and how you were an amazing boyfriend. I’m sorry that I had to do this to you.
I took the bouquet from your hands, and just when you began to smile warmly, I threw it on the floor and stomped on it. I almost broke down then and there when you looked crestfallen as you looked from the crushed flowers to me. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to live with myself.
I ended things there with you. I yelled it out to the world in the coldest, most mocking voice I could muster. Thank god that I’m a goo
