“Whatever.”
That’s a funny word. My ex-boyfriend hated that word. He only hated it when it was used in the sense of an argument’s finale.
I hate that word in that sense also now. I really miss him. Despite all we’ve been through, I can’t hate him, but I can hate a lot of other things. I can hate wind, stupidity, technology, and myself, but I certainly cannot hate him.
One of the last things I said to him as his official girlfriend was “whatever” in the use that we both hated. It didn’t end because of a fight, it ended because he’s depressed. He “still cares for me, deeply,” but doesn’t feel that he’s “not safe for me to be around.”
I would stay with him through anything. I wouldn’t even think twice about it. Why? Because he was perfect.
That is true. On the first date, we went to dinner and walked around Fayetteville Square for about four hours among the Christmas lights. At the end of the perfect night, we walked to his truck and he brought blue cream soda. An odd drink, but it was our drink. It was ours because he loved cream soda and I love blue food.
Exactly twenty days later, we broke up. Needless to say, I really miss him. He just said all the right things. I still remember all the wonderful conversations that came straight out of a Nicholas Sparks romance novel. It really shocked me that he actually met all my requirements of a perfect boy.
The most shocking and wonderful thing was that he loved “The Notebook” by Nicholas Sparks, and even cried when he read and watched it. I’ve always wanted a relationship just like the fairytales, love stories, and love songs, but I never really expected it.
In the end, I never really got it, due to the fact that there hasn’t been a “happily ever after,” but it could be just like a signature Nicholas Sparks modern tragedy where everyone ends up sort of happy in the end despite receiving the short end of the stick.
I guess that at the end, the world isn’t exactly a fairytale. There aren’t happy endings in real life, and if there are any, they are few and far between.