Usually, any ex is supposed to be in the past, never to be thought of again. However, this never applied to my life …
500 DAYS OF SUMMER. An offbeat romantic comedy movie, that inspired me in a weird way by going back over my ‘failed’ romance. As you all know, anyone who re-thinks about his relationship usually starts from the ‘end’ and then keeps jumping in time from a moment to another, well unfortunately I did just the same. Some of our moments are stupid and meaningless fights and some are moments of joy that I kept thinking about in my head(in a weird order). There was this amazing track in the movie [Please,please,please,let me get what I want by The Smiths], it fucking explains it all, how I melted every time I saw my Ex after we broke up, how I slipped back into my flirting habits when I’m suppose to meet for a ‘friendly visit’.
Honestly, this song doesn’t talk about all of that. Our ‘friendly visits’, prove that I keep doing my same mistakes and our conversations prove that humans keep returning to the person that hurt them the most (not specifically in a bad way), just saying. Life is hard, I wish there was some kind of ‘alert’ to wake us up before doing any actions.
Anyway, let’s get to the point. So I was minding my own business, living my single crazy life. After exhausting days in school I usually get back home looking like shit, craving for a lovely bubble bath, my biggest worry was either to smoke a cigarette first or to fight with R . When all of a sudden, I found a text from my ex. My ex who disappeared for a while. Everything I scheduled to do, all disappeared in one second.
Unfortunately, It seemed that life had other plans for me that day, because why should I relax in a beautiful warm bath? No, my ex had to text me. I suggested to catch up and see X, the conversation went this way :
Ex: Hey, how are you?
Me: I’m good, Can we go out?xoxxox0x
Ex: Yea sure
Fuck me “xoxoxox”?? What Am I, fucking Taylor Swift. Anyway, I started running all over my room, opened up my closet, looking for the best thing I could wear, took me hours. My hair that’s messed up like hobos, brushed it up quickly. I had to look cool you know. Finally going out..
Back to reality now, I was in a Philosophy class in school, just daydreaming. I was wearing my uniform, ripped off shoes filled with dirt, wearing my glasses looking like a nerd (actually not) and definitely not texting my ex. By the way my ex is a great person.
X , you will always find your way into getting in my thoughts…
Bysal 