so long, london (rojie’s version)

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Currently listening to: So Long, London – Taylor Swift

For so long, London
Had a good run
A moment of warm sun
But I’m not the one
So long, London
Stitches undone
Two graves, one gun
You’ll find someone …

Beau Mec is English, so I thought it was fitting that I used this title for this entry.

They say opposites attract, and that couldn’t be truer in my case. We were an odd couple, a yin and yang of personalities. I was wild, cheeky, and audacious, while he was sweet, meek, and thoughtful. He was handsome, had different colored eyes (hazel and green), and that dimple…it got me every time.  He was athletic (boxing), stood at 6′, and weighed approximately 174 pounds.  Our friends were baffled by our relationship, unable to comprehend how two people so different could be together.

We spent a year together, creating memories and sharing experiences. I even got to know his family, and we embarked on holidays together. We had our rituals – watching foreign films, binge-watching British shows, playing video games, and even writing together. As an English major, he would proofread my blog entries and poems, always correcting my grammar and punctuation. It was ironic that I was an English and Spanish minor, yet he was the one schooling me on the language.

But as time went on, I started to feel a sense of restlessness. It wasn’t his fault; he was a wonderful person. However, every day felt like a rerun, a monotonous routine. “How are you? I miss you. What are you doing today? What did you eat?” We had become a geriatric couple, stuck in the same old conversations. I craved excitement, something beyond the mundane.

Gradually, I found myself taking longer to respond to his texts, and our calls and video chats became shorter and less frequent. The distance between us grew, and he could sense it. It was a painful realization that I couldn’t continue on this path any longer.

Breaking up with him was bittersweet. He was a good man, and I knew I was breaking his heart. The tears flowed, both for the loss of our relationship and the guilt I felt for hurting him. But amidst the sadness, a glimmer of something new began to emerge within me.

Ending that relationship was like shedding old skin. I felt renewed, like a bird released from its cage. I wanted to find someone who could match my zest for life, someone who could embrace the fun and adventure I craved.

As I moved forward, I realized that he, too, needed someone who appreciated his steadfastness and reliability. He deserved a partner who would be content with the simple joys of life, someone who could reciprocate his unwavering love.