My Version of Freak by John Leguizamo

I had to move along with my life. Those sleepless summer nights huddled together saying we would last forever. Forever became never. You grew up and felt confined by me. Apparently I was holding you back from experiencing college. Those were verbatim from the break-up. If you substitute college with other guys, drinking, smoking, and sex then I would believe you and respect your decision in breaking up with me. Instead you insist on lying saying the word "College" thinking that you implied school and studying for tests. The word "College" is so broad, I wish you were more specific! My reaction initially was school and studying for tests due to my naive self. I reacted by the simple words, "Ok". I did not want to ball out crying, but instead I held my feelings in. Bad Idea! A balloon on the brink of popping from too much helium is the way I felt in this agonizingly painful experience. I walked away timidly without subconsciously noticing that I was rushing to my car to go home and let that "helium" burst and my true emotions pour out. When I was crying at my house I would have prefered being hurt physically than physciologically. This "scare" in my heart will always be there and never forgotten.