A oneshot heartbreaking love story.

[…Sa-a-a-d movies always make me cry…
He said he had to work so I went to the show alone
They turned down the lights and turned the projector on
And just as the news of the world started to begin
I saw my darlin' and my best friend walk in…]
“What’s the title of this song?” I asked Irene while waiting for the movie to start. But instead for replying her attention was on her mobile phone waiting for her boyfriend’s call. I must admit I dragged her to watch the Proposal with me at knife point.
“Sad Movies.”came her reply. “I think this is the only theatre playing old songs.”
I nodded, but in an instant my heart skipped a bit as I remembered my boyfriend Keith.
Keith Young was the name of my boyfriend. We’ve been a couple for almost a two years now. And I would be a hypocrite in denying the fact that my boyfriend gradually changed. No, it wasn’t the change that makes the girl’s heart flutter with excitement, but the opposite.
Bea, my other best friend scolded me by saying that I shouldn’t compare the Keith before and the present. Of course, it was just normal for a boyfriend to change…maybe I unconsciously did change, too.
Was I just being paranoid? Should I still understand him even though he doesn’t text me as much as he used to? Should I just let it go, when he forgotten my birthday last month? Should I just laugh it off when he tells me we shouldn’t celebrate our monthsaries? How about him walking out when we had misunderstandings instead of saying “sorry” when he’s at fault?
I shook my head and sighed. Maybe I was just paranoid, right? Just then my eyes caught a very familiar couple making their way just two seats in front of us.
{…Yesterday…}
“Honey, I don’t think I can accompany you tomorrow.”
I stopped writing and stared at Keith. “Why?”
“Because you know I hate chick flicks movies.”
“But there’s Ryan Reynolds, isn’t he your favorite actor?” I asked.
Keith raised his face and met his eyes with mine. “Yes he is, but still its a chick flick movie.”Then sighed continue writing, “anyway, I still can’t join you because my cousin will be coming tomorrow and I will be the one who will fetch her. Go, with Irene okay?” He looked at me and smiled.
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