It's always been like this. People leave me without telling me why, or even if they do, they use really articulate and polite excuses. And so I end up accepting those words without really talking back or showing a slight sense of doubt.
He brought me to a nice cafe for breakfast that day and while I'm still tasting my pancakes he said "Amelia, I think it's about time we progress to another stage". I immediately thought of wedding bells, wedding gown, wedding this, wedding that... It's quite fair since we had been together for almost 4 years and 59 days. "Oh, I think...", and before I could finished, he finished me with "It's best we go from bf/gf to best friends". I was confused and almost choked myself with the dry pancake which tasted like wasabi flaboured raw chicken, but I don't even know what that means... And he went on "It will be much healthier for both of us. I will still care about you, and you will obviously still care about me. But the thing is, we no longer need to care so much about each other, just so we can live our lives freely and a lot happier, Don't you think?". I finally had the chance to say something "But I thought we were quite ok, I mean...". "Yes, we were quite ok. But it will be even better if we just PROGRESS to a deeper level of friendship! We love each other so much, it's inevitable for us to achieve a marvellous friendship ever Amelia!". And, before I could try to say something, he added "Thank you Amelia for making this come true! I've always wanted to have a best friend like you! So, call me whenever you need anything, but you know how busy I am, so be patient if I can't answer your call ok?". And so he thanked me for the breakfast and left as quick as possible to the door. 15 minutes later there I was next to my car staring at his back, holding hands with someone else. So now I'm his best friend.I really don't know why progressing to him means turning me to his best friend while he progressed with someone else. Why couldn't he just tell me he wanted to break up with me so he could be with her officially without having to lie to me ever again about being busy at work, getting stuck at the beach 'cause too crowded of life guards, traffic jam in the mountains, his brother cut his own finger because he was bored and was an introvert (aren't all introverts unaware of how boring they can be?), etc etc etc. Oh and the funny thing is, he doesn't even have a brother. Sigh...
Am I that stupid to be fooled and fooled and fooled again? I guess I am...
