Which Came First The Chicken Or The Egg?

The Egg, cause I'm never going to be referred to as a Chicken.
Remember when I was his world? ;)
HA as if.
As IF anything's changed.
Let's get serious though. Let me explain all of this.
I had a boyfriend. For 9 months.
I met him through a friend, and we'd stay up until 2 in the morning talking on the phone.
But he had a girlfriend.
But he was my best friend, I loved him a lot! But he had a girlfriend.
Call me a magician if you will, but I charmed his ass so well!
He left his girlfriend for me before he had even tasted my lips (but don't think he didn't try! [I don't do cheating.])
We had this crazy thing, honestly, he was head over heels in love with me, and I was into him too! But it was obvious to see that the affection was equally balanced, and for the first time in my life it wasn't because of me! He was more into me. He was the one that needed me, and don't get me wrong I needed him, but just not as much.
He dropped the L bomb, and I dropped it back and we exploded eachother, reduced to ashes. It was great, we went to Portugal together where I met his entire family! We were everyone's ideal couple! Everyone, all they had to say about us was "They are what a perfect relationship looks like!"
They weren't looking hard enough.
A typical summer day would go like this:
wake up,
call him,
go to his house,
go home,
call him,
go to sleep.
wake up and do it all over again.
We breathed eachother. To the point where we could spend long intervals on the phone in silence, not an awkward silence, just both our minds were focusing on other things like.. living.
It's all good, right?
Wrong.
I felt this crazy feeling inside, some kind of need to breakaway that I didn't understand.
I told him about it and we talked it over, but the feeling never really went away. I'm just good at supressing things that I don't want to talk about.
So months went by, about three I guess, and by the ninth month I was done.
I'm easy to read. An open book if you will, so he knew it was coming.
So y'know what he did?
He cut himself.
He sliced open his wrists and walked across roads with his eyes closed.
He came to me with a flower and begged me not to leave.
I looked at his wrists with memories of long ago and said okay.
I will not be responsible for this boy's suicide.
But the next day I knew that what I did was wrong.
So, start the scene
TAKE TWO:
ACTION!
Blame.
"How could you DO this to me Michelle? I was with you in your darkest hour, and now that I'm going through mine, what are you doing?"
He never said it but the implication was there "you're LEAVING!"
So. Guilt trip me.
I stayed.
Couple weeks passed by...
TAKE THREE:
ACTION!
He tried crying, he tried guilt tripping me, so I guilt tripped him right back.
He left.
We still talked on the phone
I got drunk, meaningless kiss.
Goodbye forever.
Not a month passes, and hello NEW GIRL!
Facebook is a creation made by the very evils of this world!
So-and-so is now in a relationship with So-and-so. (L)
Ego?
Crushed.
Remember when he said that he'd do anything for me?
That if I wanted to leave he'd fight until the death for me?
That anyone that ever hurt me, he'd kill them?
Well he got his new girlfriend a carnation for valentines.
Bitch he got me a rose when I was breaking up with him.
He calls you pretty?
He called me beautiful.
I see what he says to you and it's funny, cause he said similar things to me.
But there was more passion.
Cause there was a burning love in all of his words for me.
Cause I came first.
And it's funny that he thinks he can replace me.
Let me just tell you.
I am not someone that you're going to be able to replace.
ever.


oh and you want to hear the funnier thing?
She's a writer too!
HA
been der done DAT! ;)