The Smooth Guy

In our first year in college, I was so scared of him. Our Religion professor asked us to say things about ourselves and Smooth Guy said he liked drinking and gambling. I was trying to exaggeratedly behave then, remember? I was freaked. Plus, he looked really old. Older than anyone of us in that classroom that day.

I never imagined myself being close to him.

First block field trip. We went on a day trip. He offered to bring me to the party I was going to later that night. Just so I would still go with the block to our first official field trip.

Nice move Smooth Guy. Very nice move. He got me right there and I thought he was not so bad after all.

A couple more of the Smooth Guy moves and a lot of classes together, we were as close as we could ever be. Talking about how much we clicked and how much fun we have when we're together. We also discussed that we would not work out as lovers because we would just argue for the rest of our lives. We settled with, "we were better of as friends".

I meant it. He did not.

I ran to Smooth Guy when I got broken because of not-so-ordinary girl. He listened to me and he understood. Or at least he tried to understand. He accepted me and told me that it was all going to be alright.

The following day, Smooth Guy seemed to have lost his smoothness. He told me in front of my face that he loved me. I cried then and there. I told him he was not helping and that I had so much going on already. He assured me. "No Pressure, Love."

Things were alright until he snapped. He told me why I cannot be with him when he's there and I needed somebody. No was not an option. I did not want to lose him. I said yes. I tried so hard to make it work. I really did.

But she changed everything already. She changed me already. I was looking for something different now. Something else. I wanted her.

I am sorry Smooth Guy. I broke you as well. I never intended for all of these to happen.

Goodbye now Smooth Guy.