How You’ll Find Out He Isn’t The One

You will not listen until it’s too late.

You’ll meet him at the most random place, at the most random time. You didn’t expect him; you just prayed for him. You wished someone like him would come into your life, and he does, right when you don’t expect it. He will ask you out to coffee, and you will hesitate. You go anyway. He takes you to a nice place, somewhere near you for your convenience. What you don’t expect is he brings his family with him, and you meet them for the first time, totally unprepared and looking very haggard from work. He doesn’t care; he tells you, you look pretty. You will lead him to Starbucks, and he will buy coffee for the both of you: Dark Mocha, his favorite. You ask about his siblings and what University they are in and you watch him in the light and see how beautiful he is; right then, you know he isn’t the one.

You go out with him again, and he takes you to a parking lot. It gives you a thrill, and it becomes your parking lot – the one you share with him. You’ll talk about his past over a couple of smokes, and you’d realize how deep of a person he actually is. You’ll have your first fight over a girl he knows, to which he denied his feelings for you. You’re hurt, but you pretend you’re not, and he makes it up to you the best he can. Your heart will soften. He promises he won’t do it ever again and that he’s sorry that he did. You realize, he isn’t the one.

You write for him. This boy doesn’t read, but he will read all your works about him, because he cherishes it. Through it, he finds out things about you and what you think of him. He loves it. You will fight with him on your first month – you will fight with him a lot – but by this time, you have forgotten what you fought about or if it was even worth it. You will have endless sleepless nights together, on the phone, just talking for hours until the sun comes up and hear him fall asleep on you slowly, his breathing the only thing you hear. You will find it endearing, but you already know, he isn’t the one.

After numerous fights, you break up with him. For good this time. And you don’t expect him to walk away, but he does. You will spend your nights regretting him for all he’s worth and the time you wasted with him when you could’ve been with someone else. You will stalk him and feel bad when you realize he’s moved on without you. You get angry at yourself. And you say you should have listened the first time you said he just wasn’t the one.

You always knew, but didn’t listen. You knew because of the way his eyes sparkled when he first saw you, and you knew it wasn’t supposed to be like that. He wasn’t  supposed to look at you like you were the prize; you were the challenge that he had to win. You knew because the one isn’t supposed to mistreat you the way he does, even with the most minor things. He’s not supposed to be insensitive to how you feel. You knew he wasn’t the one because he falls asleep on you regularly and you let him, but when it comes to you, he gets mad. He was unfair. You knew he wasn’t the one because he made you regret. Happy times were not enough to overpower the bad.

You will wish you can restart your love story all over again. Because the heartbreak is fresh, you will want it to be right this time. You will do everything to make it right. But when you learn to be smart and think for yourself, you wouldn’t want to do it again. You will be happy and contented, and you can safely say that if you were given a chance to meet him again for the very first time, you would walk the fuck away. Because he just wasn’t the one.

Things You Won’t Do With Your Next Boyfriend

The first time you meet him, you won’t be late for a class. You won’t be flustered and walk past by him without noticing him. You wouldn’t have three friends crushing over him the moment he enters the room, and fail miserably as they try to keep their cool. You won’t meet his sister on that first day, and he won’t find you on Facebook on that first day, and he won’t chat with you on that first day. You won’t go out with him after a week of meeting him and you won’t say yes to being official the week after that. You won’t sit with your mom at the pool, contemplating life and your future with this stranger. You won’t find yourself thinking of how happy you are with him all the time. You won’t write for him anymore. You won’t give an eight-page letter or a seventy-five-page diary, dedicated to all the moments and days you spent together; you will not do that to your next boyfriend.

With your next boyfriend, you will not spend the whole day together doing nothing but walk around and play basketball. You will not go on dates and look over at other couples who seem to be enjoying each others company, unlike the both of you who seem to be enjoying the other things. You will not lose your mind over a fight at nine p.m. and be forced to say “I love you” too soon, to which he reprimands you. The first time it falls apart, you will not sleep it off like it’s nothing and desperately wait for his texts. The seventh time it falls apart, you will not tell yourself to wait for the eighth.

You will not become too close to his mother, and you will not be distant with his sisters. You will not get intimidated by that sister you met on the first day. You will not feel loved whenever he tells you that you are more important than them, because there won’t be a chance; you will not ever feel left out by his family. You will not be forced to dress to the nines every single time you meet him. You won’t, because now you know that someone fell in love with your simplicity (jeans, shirt, sneakers) and that’s how they would like to keep you as. You won’t change for the worse.

You will not have multiple public fights with you yelling at him that you don’t deserve this, then end up together again after two days. You will not be able to see a picture of yourself from that very first day, the one he took secretly while you were looking away; you will not blush at that. You will not feel terrified when he is at a photo shoot and his sisters ask you to leave, thinking to yourself if you can put up with this forever. You will not cry over him and his smoking addiction when he gets confined at the hospital, and you will not smile as he tells you “babe, I’m indestructible.” You will  not complain about going places for him, because you understand that it’s the only way to see each other, even if he wants to go to you.

The afternoon of your very last argument, you will not sit at McDonald’s, clutching your phone angrily as you text him “I can’t do this anymore. I give up” and hope that he will chase you, tell you that he loves you. You will not find his message after a while, asking to see you, but only to realize he wants his necklace back. You will not ever feel your heart ache whenever he tells you, “you never loved me emotionally” even if you knew you gave your all to him. You will never give that much anymore. After two months, you will not be crying over him still with a tub of ice cream and your favorite pair of sweats, writing a letter to his next girlfriend and causing them to break up. You won’t meet with him and end up making out until you walk out again for the last time.

Your next will not be the last. He will not be second to the last, not even third to the last. You will wait for him to fulfill all your expectations of him. You will wait for him to have his first fight and see if he hides his emotion behind his sunglasses. You will wait and see if he punches windshields to take out his jealousy. You will wait and see if he protects you and owns you, and if it gives you a thrill like the last time. But when you learn, finally, that love is not a hand-me-down, that it is a custom-made tailored design for him and for you, you wouldn’t wish it any other way.