Getting Dumped

A few months had now passed and I thought he had brought a new meaning to my life, completely changing the way I was and making me into a better person. I definitely like the new me and I don't want anyone to think that it was wrong for him to change me, as it wasn't like that. It was just being in love with him that brought everything into prospective and I am glad I changed some of qualities such as being selfish and proud into being a nice humble person that I have now become.

I really adored him and wanted to marry him. I am not sure when I originally met him what my real intentions were but there was definitely something.

He called to arrange for us to meet on the first Friday after Princess Diana's death on 31 August but only to dump me. I remember that Friday very clearly, in fact I remember every moment that I spent with him. He picked me up from the station and was wearing a parrot green shirt, which was absolutely disgusting. In fact he often mentioned this shirt in our conversations and I always told him that I hate this colour. Anyway when he parked up, I asked him to change his shirt, which he kindly did.

We chatted for a little while and he kissed me and then dropped a bomb on me. My ears couldn't believe what they were hearing he wanted us to part and I asked him why but he couldn't give me an explanation. He seemed very cheerful about the whole thing.

I got out of the car and he drove beside me asking me to get in so that he could give me a lift to the station. I carried on walking ignoring him and trying very hard to stop the tears from streaming down my cheeks. I didn't want him to see me upset.

By the time I got to the platform I found it extremely difficult to control my emotions and just let tears flow. A lady standing next to me tried to show concern and I thought sometimes strangers are better than those who you think are your very nearest and dearest.