I was used to being wooed by my ex-boyfriend. He wanted my heart but I wanted friendship. He wooed me with books, a t-shirt, roses and Pegasus fudge even coffee yet I never changed my mind.
I was adamant that my heart didn't belong to him. He hated that so he constantly insulted me, called me a ***** and a **** for his own pleasure. The more I faded away from him the more he begged for my heart to be his. I said no to his half-assed proposals, his demeaning love confessions, his wants of *** and his desire to be more than friends because I deserve true love.
There was no spark and no warmth.
It's my first year of not being wooed by him.
It's my first year without him. I am content without him. I am happy without him. I am me without him.