Love Gone Wrong
By Emily, age 20, Newfoundland
Sweet Designs Featured Writer
Once upon a time there was a boy whose name was Steve*. We met in our Sexual Behavior class, and for the first month or so, we just exchanged awkward glances. Then he starting sitting in front of me and purposely putting his Facebook profile up so I could see his name. It took me a week after we spoke our first words, but I finally added him to Facebook and we started messaging each other right away. Then messages went to texting. Then, one fateful day, he texted me and asked me to meet him at the Student Centre to hang out before our class. It was the beautiful beginning.
Pretty soon I would stay the night over at his house and he'd come over in between his classes to nap with me. I fell for Steve hard and it was pretty clear, even to me, that he wasn't as serious as I was. Little by little he started distancing himself and I refused to see it.
One day I was supposed to stay the night at his house and I ended up going to the hospital instead. I was being tested for herpes and I didn't want him to know. I was hoping with every fiber of my being that it wouldn't be herpes so that I wouldn't have to tell him, so that maybe my fears were false and we could be together. But a week came and went and I got my test back. I knew that I had to tell him.
So one Friday I called him and told him the news. I didn't hear from him again until Saturday night. He sent me a long message on Facebook, addressing why we couldn't be together, that he wasn't ready to be in a committed relationship. He also mentioned that the herpes wasn't the reason for the breakup, but I soon came to realize that it was just the icing on the cake. I didn't reply for a day or so, and when I did, the only thing I wrote was, "So you felt the need to tell me this over Facebook?!"
He continued commenting on my statuses on Facebook and even texted me once. It hurt me to see that he had gone on with his life, especially when I saw that he was sitting with another girl where we had once hung out. But I thought nothing of it.
About a week after the last text, it came up on my homepage that Steve was "Now in a relationship," and I was livid. Not only did he dump me via Facebook, but he made up the entire story. He lied to me and tried to be friends with me afterwards.
One night I was intoxicated and very angry. I texted him that night and told him that he was really mean and that I actually liked him. Then I told him where to go and how to get there. I never heard from him again. After that I deleted him from my phone, MSN, and Facebook. It hurt to let go, but in the end I felt better because of it.
* Name has been changed
