He
was a fashion design student. I would have expected this to happen.
I
was aimlessly walking around the fashion exhibition at the college’s hall when I
caught sight of his booth.
He
explained his design to me, and then we kind of became friends on the spot.
Everything happened so fast. Thinking back, I figured maybe he was just
impressed that I said the name Alexander McQueen, and thought I’m his junior.
(I’m not btw, that’s the only name I know in fashion)
He
was really fashionable and good looking. A fan of those Western haute couture
fashion. Blue hair, gorgeous clothes, looked like an ideal boyfriend.
We
broke up after 6 months.
I
thought maybe he was too high class for me, because we spend way more money
than time doing things together. We ate at fancy restaurants, went to high end
shopping centers, bought ridiculous men’s clothes, and went to salons and spas.
I
felt like I was engulfed into his world of luxury.
He
refused to eat in some corner coffee shop or go to the night market (my favorite
place on earth).
‘It’s
so sticky and everyone’s so sweaty, why would you want to go there?’
Okay,
I get that not many people like going night markets, but that’s what some
people do for a living.
There
are other red flags as well, such as only purchasing branded items, looking down on
your classmates who follow Korean fashion and ordering rudely to a salesperson for
a bigger shoe size which just showed how egoistic you are.
That’s
enough.
It
was raining heavily that day.
He
dropped me off in front of the college’s hall instead of the hostel because he didn’t
want to get stuck in a traffic jam. (That hostel is just a 5 minutes drive
BEHIND the college’s hall, it is impossible to have a traffic jam.)
I
turned off his engine and dragged him out of his car to walk beside me because I
pointed out it was at night and I pretended that I’m scared of the dark. He
complained that his leather jacket would be damaged, but he didn’t resist when I
dragged him out.
We
walked hand in hand under my umbrella. Midway, I stopped and told him that I couldn’t
continue this relationship anymore. We lived different lives and I never had my
say in anything when I’m with you. Let’s not see each other anymore.
He
was speechless.
I
closed my umbrella, gave him one last kiss, and walked back alone to the
hostel.
I
was so afraid to break up with him because he was always so cheerful when we’re
together, even when he’s telling me how terrible his day was, we would always
find ways to turn it into a funny tale.
Honestly,
I had a great time with him, but I knew the longer we stay together, the more
it will hurt for both of us.
You
left him standing in the rain? Are you crazy?!!
I’m
a very dramatic person.
Does
he even understand who’s fault is it?
I
left him a 5-page letter explaining why. Don’t worry. I’m not that cruel.
The
day after that was Valentine’s Day. Well, I guess I can give his gift to someone
in need of a faux leather jacket then. I hope that person appreciates it. It
costed half of my monthly salary.
That’s
how this ended. Breakup in the rain.
