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My Happy Ending Part 2
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“Tell us the truth dude.” I heard his friend
“Okay I lied to Grace of course I’m not a Christian
but—,” as soon as I heard this I couldn’t
I ran as hard as I could down the hallway and out the doors.
I took a taxi all the way to Chicago; I just needed to get
away. My heart cracked today and I don’t even remember
where I left the pieces. How could he do this to me? He
said he loved me and I believed him. He said he wanted to
be with me forever and I believed that too. I don’t
know where I am or how long I’ll be here all I know
is that I never want to go back. I don’t think I could
stand it. How does someone deal with this? I began to question
my faith. Why, God? Why? I knew God wasn’t to blame
but it was all I could do to vent. There was no one left
anymore. Because every time I put my trust in someone this
is what happens, I’m left all alone out in the cold.
No, Jake didn’t leave me here but he made it so that
I can go anywhere but back home. I always heard that the
will of God will never take you where the grace of God won’t
protect you. Why would God bring him to me if he knew this
would happen? I started to think about what I had heard
again. I broke down in tears once more.
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“Grace! What in the world are you doing it’s
freezing cold and,”
I turned around to find Jake pausing as soon as he saw my
face. “What’s wrong?”
“You can cut the act, I know now?” I could tell
he was about to ask what but I interrupted.
“You didn’t have to lie to me, Jake, if you
didn't like me all you had to do was say so, but no! You
had to put on this big act!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,
I love you I’ve told you that, you know that, you
know I love you, Grace.” How could he lie straight
to my face!?
“Yea you also mentioned something about being a Christian,
but I guess we can’t all be truth-tellers.”
“What do you mean by that?” he knew exactly
what I meant.
I wasn’t the kind of person to be mean or rude about
this even if he did lie to me. I just wanted him to leave.
“You know, you’re a good guy, Jake, and I’m
sure there is a pretty girl out there just waiting for you.
So why don’t you go find her.” That was the
nicest way I knew how to put it.
“I don’t have to because you’re right
“Please go now.” I was crying again by this
“Don’t do this to me.” He begged, he was
crying now too.
“I’m only doing this to protect what I believe
in. Jake, I love you and I always will. Please don’t
forget what we talked about, don’t lose what faith
you gained while we were together. But you betrayed me,
and I can’t deal with that. Please leave.” I
pleaded once again.
I don’t care what Jake did for the rest of his life
I just didn't want our breakup to effect the trust in God
he had gained while we were together.
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He was speechless. He was sobbing now, tears poured down
his face as well as mine. I’d never seen him cry before;
he usually wasn’t a very emotional guy. I stood up
and walked away, I couldn’t stand to see him like
that. He wasn’t going after me which was a good thing
I guess but it hurt too much to look back so I stared straight
ahead a walked into a whole new beginning; a world of loneliness.
2 years later
I saw him today, I didn't really know what to say but I
knew the mature thing to do.
“Hey” I said to him smiling.
“Hi,” he replied blandly.
“How are you? It’s been so long.” I realized
how dumb that sounded after I said it.
Of course it’s been so long, we meant for it to be
“I’m uh,” someone called his name.
What a relief for him, I guess. “I gotta go.”
“Um okay bye.” That was it and then he was gone.
I can't believe this. I can't believe that we can just walk
right past each other and not even acknowledge each other,
or that we can't even look each other in the eye because
we are so scared that the memories of heartaches and lonesomeness
will come flooding back. It’s unbelievable. I don’t
know about him but for me those memories never left. Two
years later and I’m still hurting. I’ve been
on one date in the past five years and even then I couldn’t
stop thinking about him. Sometimes I think it’s the
stupidest thing I ever did; breaking up with him. Back then
it was like everything inside me was telling me he had to
go but now it’s like there’s no telling how
much longer I can go on without him. This went on for months.
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