Then next few months continued on like normal. I texted Roman of course but since we didn't go to the same school- I hardly ever saw him. But I tried my best to see him whenever possible. Whenever I slept over at Natalie's house, we'd video call him. I guess he started to grow inpatient because he started back up with all the flirting and apparently he tried getting with this other girl, Kyrianna.
Kyrianna is so pretty. She has light brown hair, multi colored eyes, a nice smile, shes short but not fat or too skinny. Perfect.
He asked her out but she knew I was with him so she said no. She was also dating Adrian. I didn't really mind anymore. After Roman did that, no matter how much I tried convincing myself she could've been lying...part of me believed it. Roman's like that. So I got jealous naturally. What does she have that I don't that would make Roman want to cheat on me with her?
Well- shes pretty. I'm not arrogant, but I'm not ugly. I may not be the prettiest girl but I would definitely say that I was pretty. I had curves. A flat stomach- I loved him unconditionally...so what was so wrong? Now let me tell you- Roman has always been a player. Always. Cheating on girls, breaking hearts, and everyone has liked him at least once. He told me I was different. I guess not.
Now the date is sometime in April. Of 2019. And he texted me asking if I'd rather be friends. I was really confused and he asked if I saw us as friends. I said no. Because we're not friends. And he said that he saw us a friends with benefits.
I wanted to get straight to the point so I asked him if this was his nice way of breaking up with me. He said it was. So I cried. But I didn't cry for too long- because then I started giving him a piece of my mind. I spilled everything in to all those texts. I was so mad at him because I spent 2 years of my life revolving around him and he just- breaks up with me. I hated how easy it was for him to just break my heart. Text after text I gt angrier and angrier with him.
Then he text me, "Go with Adrian." felt my stomach drop. Being with this guy for so long meant he knew exactly where to hit for it to hurt.
"Go with Paulina. Or Selene."
Then I stopped talking to him. I took a shower and cried my eyes out. I vowed to myself that these were the last tears I'd cry over Roman Encinas.
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