I accidentally sent a message meant for my best friend to my ex-boyfriend while drunk. “Come see me tomorrow. I have something to tell you.” Alex: ? “You think I’ll come just because you tell me to? We broke up, stop treating me like your dog.” “What do you want to say? Having regrets? Begging to get back together?” “Chloe Williams, you dumped me so decisively, there’s no chance of us getting back together!” … “Chloe, I’m downstairs.” “Say what you need to say now. Answer the phone.” “You’re not answering calls or messages, I’ve been worried sick about you, and here you are just sleeping, Chloe Williams!” “Wake up, wake up! I’ve got some crazy news – guess who I just ran into downstairs? Alex! It was Alex Shaw!” Early in the morning, Zoe dragged me out of bed. Zoe is my best friend. We’ve known each other since childhood and are close enough to share clothes and have keys to each other’s places. At the mention of Alex’s name, I opened my eyes briefly. Zoe put her hands on her hips and scolded, “Chloe Williams, you really do care more about guys than friends. I’ve been trying to wake you forever with no response, but the moment I mention Alex you’re wide awake. It’s been six months since you broke up and you’re still hung up on him? Zoe put her hands on her hips and scolded, “Chloe Williams, you really do care more about guys than friends. I’ve been trying to wake you forever with no response, but the moment I mention Alex you’re wide awake. It’s been six months since you broke up and you’re still hung up on him? Have you no self-respect?” I yawned and lay back down to continue sleeping. Alex Shaw appearing downstairs at my apartment? The chances of that were lower than the sun rising in the west. “Stop making noise. Let me sleep a bit more. I drank too much yesterday and my head is killing me. When I wake up, I’ll tell you about the juicy gossip I heard at the class reunion last night. It’s mind-blowing.” I thought Zoe had come over because of the message I sent her last night. Zoe shook me again. “No more sleeping! Alex is really downstairs!” “Are you crazy or am I?” “Neither of us is crazy. It’s Alex who’s gone mad. He really is downstairs! Think about it, when have I ever joked about him with you?” During those first difficult days after the breakup, Zoe had taken time off work to be with me every day. She knew better than anyone how much Alex meant to me. She had indeed never joked about him. “Really?” I started to believe her. Zoe: “Yes, really! I’m not lying, I actually ran into him! He was dressed all fancy, like he might have a new girlfriend. Maybe he’s waiting to pick someone up for a date right now! Oh, by the way, what gossip were you talking about?” New… girlfriend? Of everything Zoe said, all I could hear was Alex dressed up nicely and Alex having a new girlfriend. We’ve only been broken up for six months. I had just started to move on, and he’s already dating someone new? Fine, he can date whoever he wants. But did he have to pick someone who lives in my building? I was furious. I sat up abruptly. “Let’s go! Let’s go see.” I got ready as quickly as possible – washing up, putting on makeup, choosing an outfit, styling my hair… For our first encounter since the breakup, I couldn’t lose face!
Alex Shaw was a year ahead of me in high school. During those years, he was something of a celebrity at school. He came from a good family, had great looks, and was a top student. Many girls had crushes on him. I was just one of many. I also fantasized about winning over this unattainable guy, but it was just a fantasy. The closest I ever got to him was watching him on the basketball court from the bleachers. Even among the crowd of spectators, I was unremarkable. The turning point came on an ordinary hot summer day. During a break in the game, his eyes scanned the crowd, finally landing on me. Like a dream, he walked straight towards me and “borrowed” the water bottle from my hand. Then he tilted his head back and drained the entire bottle. “Hey, add me on SnapChat so I can pay you back for the water.” Those were the first words he ever said to me. “N-no… I mean, sure, let’s add each other.” I fumbled for my phone in a daze. And just like that, we connected on social media. Even with his contact info, I never imagined anything would happen between us. I only messaged him on holidays. “Happy 4th of July, Alex.” “Happy 4th.” “Happy Thanksgiving, Alex.” “Happy Thanksgiving.” … Out of politeness, he always replied. During our senior year, I found out he was planning to study abroad for college. After much deliberation, I decided to close this chapter of my youth. I gathered my courage and confessed to him. “Alex, I’ve actually liked you for a long time.” He replied instantly: “Then let’s be together.” Me: ???!!! And just like that, we started dating. Looking back now, it all seems so rushed and impulsive.
I spent over an hour doing my makeup and getting ready. As we headed downstairs, Zoe kept fretting that my hair didn’t look quite right and worrying that Alex might have already left with someone. Zoe: “It’s been so long, he’s probably gone by now.” I also thought Alex was likely gone, but I still wanted to go down and see. Not for any particular reason. I just wanted to know what kind of person could truly capture Alex’s heart. Surprisingly, Alex was still there. After six months apart, he hadn’t changed much. No matter where he stood, he was always the most eye-catching person around. Some girls passing by sneaked glances at him. He seemed oblivious, just looking down at his phone with furrowed brows, appearing quite irritated. Well, of course. Waiting so long for someone who never showed up, who wouldn’t be annoyed? Zoe marveled, “What kind of goddess could make Alex Shaw willingly wait this long?” Indeed, Alex was never a very patient person. When we were together, he had never waited this long for me. It was always me waiting for him. Thinking back to the days before our breakup, my emotions were complicated. My footsteps involuntarily slowed. Finally, I stopped moving altogether. “Let’s go back,” I said, turning around. Zoe: “Hey, wait!” “We’ve broken up. Whoever he’s with now has nothing to do with me.” Zoe: “That’s not…” “Don’t say anything, Zoe. I’ve finally moved on. I don’t want to fall back into old patterns.” Zoe grabbed me: “Shut up! He’s coming this way!” “Chloe Williams.” At the same moment, Alex called out to me. Zoe slipped away upstairs. Alex and I stood face to face, momentarily speechless. Up close, he seemed to have lost some weight. His jawline was more defined than before. Zoe said he was dressed up nicely, and she was right. He even wore cologne, giving off a faint scent of cedar – clean and refreshing. That jerk! I think this cologne might even be the one I gave him! “You said you wanted to see me?” I asked coldly. Alex was visibly confused: “You’re asking me?” “Who else?” Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a beautiful woman walking in our direction. My heart sank. “If you have nothing to say, I’ll leave. Don’t want to keep you from your girlfriend.” “Girlfriend? What girlfriend?” Alex looked completely baffled. The woman walked off in another direction. I was bewildered: “You’re not here to meet your girlfriend? Then why are you here?” “Chloe Williams, you’re asking me?” Alex repeated, still confused. “You called me out in the middle of the night, didn’t answer my calls or messages, and I’ve been waiting for you since last night until now. And now you’re asking me why I’m here?” Alex stared at me like I was the one who had wronged him.
“I… called you out?” I was dumbfounded. “When did this happen?” “Check your phone,” Alex said irritably. I felt my pockets: “I didn’t bring it.” Alex took a deep breath and pulled out his own phone. He opened it, glanced at it, then quickly put it away. “Last night, you told me to come see you, saying you had something to tell me.” His face was cold, his tone very unpleasant. I tried to recall. A thousand curses ran through my mind. No way, no way. Did I send the message meant for Zoe to Alex instead? “Um, well.” I couldn’t meet Alex’s eyes anymore. Alex was still cold: “Well what?” “Actually…” Alex tilted his chin up, gesturing for me to continue. I hesitated for a moment, then resigned myself: “Actually, that message wasn’t meant for you.” “I’m sorry, Alex. I was really drunk last night.” He froze, then his face darkened like he wanted to strangle me. Back home, I ignored Zoe’s questions and searched everywhere for my phone. When I found it, I realized it had died at some point. Zoe: “So? So? What happened? Huh?” I plugged in my phone to charge: “He came to see me.” “What for? To get back together?” I told Zoe everything that had happened from start to finish. “So, you’re the goddess he waited all night for?” Zoe was shocked. “He came just because of one text message, and waited from last night until now. Could it be… he still has feelings for you?” Zoe’s eyes sparkled with gossip. I turned on my phone, and the screen immediately lit up with notifications. Some were from Zoe, some from Alex. There were over a dozen missed calls, mostly from Alex too. Zoe: “Quick, check what Alex said!” I hesitantly opened the chat. 23:11 Alex: “You think I’ll come just because you tell me to? We broke up, stop treating me like your dog.” 0:0
Alex: “Chloe, I’m downstairs.” 0:0
Alex: “Say what you need to say now. Answer the phone.” “Hahahahaha!” Zoe burst into laughter next to my ear. “Chloe Williams, are you sure he doesn’t like you anymore? Look how well-trained he is now, haha!” 5 The reason for my breakup with Alex was very simple. There was no cheating, no misunderstanding. He just didn’t love me, that’s all. Shortly after we got together, Alex went abroad for college. It’s no exaggeration to say that at that time, we barely even knew each other. Long-distance relationships are hard. A long-distance relationship between two people who barely know each other is even harder. Add in the time difference, and it becomes nearly impossible. Back then, I often felt like I didn’t even have a boyfriend. When I opened SnapChat, our chat history was so bland, without a hint of flirtation. Alex: “Have you eaten?” “Just finished class.” “It’s snowing.” [Video] Me: “The snow looks beautiful.” I’d get his reply the next day: “Still snowing.” [Video] The day after, me: “It’s really coming down.” … A month later, I brought up breaking up for the first time. Three days later, Alex flew back to see me. Looking at his impatient handsome face, I immediately regretted it. Alex: “Can we not break up?” “Okay.” And so we continued our rocky relationship. For a whole year, we never watched a movie together, never celebrated Valentine’s Day. He never forgot to send gifts, but they were always things I couldn’t use. A junior started pursuing me, not believing I had a boyfriend. When I mentioned Alex’s name, he said, “Come on, don’t joke. My ex is Jennifer Lawrence.” I was stunned, suddenly wondering what Alex and I really were to each other. Why couldn’t I have a normal relationship like everyone else? When I’m old, looking back… I’d have nothing to reminisce about. After much thought, I brought up breaking up with Alex again. That afternoon, Alex suddenly appeared before me. With a grim expression, he tossed me a box: “Happy birthday, ex-girlfriend.” My birthday was the next day. He had flown back early, intending to surprise me. I accepted the ugly necklace he said he had spent a long time choosing. The breakup talk was, once again, left unresolved. We truly ended things after he returned to the States. When Alex was abroad, I thought distance was our only problem. With the distance gone, I realized there were other things between us. He was very busy, often forgetting to reply to my messages. We’d make plans to see a movie on the weekend, and I’d end up sitting alone in the theater until the credits rolled. We’d plan a trip, I’d even request time off work, then he’d say he had a business trip. On Valentine’s Day, all I got was flowers he ordered. Seeing him in person was out of the question. … I finally understood. He simply didn’t love me. That’s why everything else came before me. What was the point of a relationship like this? After being stood up yet again, I told Alex we were breaking up and blocked him on everything. Two weeks later, in the dead of night, I quietly unblocked Alex. I went through his TikTok, then his Twitter, then his Instagram. Alex was living his best life. He really didn’t love me. 6 Yes, I was the one who broke up with Alex, but I had my reasons. The way he talked about it made it sound like I was the bad guy. Earlier downstairs, after hearing my explanation, he looked so hurt. What did he have to be hurt about? In our relationship, I was the victim. I opened Instagram and saw he had even shared a very emo song. Me: “…” Utterly speechless, I was about to close the app when I accidentally liked his post. My phone immediately buzzed with a message from Alex. Alex: “?” Come on, man. That reaction was a bit too quick. I didn’t reply, so Alex sent more: “??” “???” He seemed determined to keep going until I responded. Reluctantly, I typed: “Misclick, sorry.” Alex: “Oh. Another misclick.” No matter how I looked at it, it seemed like he was mocking me for last night’s misdirected message. Sending the wrong message was my fault, and making him wait so long was my bad. But when we were together, he stood me up plenty of times too. I only made him wait this once, and it wasn’t even on purpose. Thinking about it this way, my feelings of guilt disappeared. “Didn’t I wait for you countless times before? You only waited for me this once, seems like you came out ahead if you ask me.” Five minutes passed, then ten. Alex didn’t reply. He probably realized he was in the wrong and had nothing to say. I smirked and put down my phone. The phone buzzed with a new message. Alex: “It wasn’t just once.” “I’ve been waiting for you downstairs since we broke up.” “I waited for three days, then saw you come back with another guy.” “Who was he?”
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