Dedicated to.. | Chapter 9: Heartbreak

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p id="f102">So I always ended things before they got too close.It was a defense mechanism that shielded me from ever feeling love.Nonetheless, I yearned for romance.So here I am today, about to turn thirty and emotionally unavailable.My mom thinks I’m nearing my deadline. I don’t think she wants to see me die alone. “You know Trey, you’re about to be in your thirties soon. I understand that you like your own space, but, you know, it’s nice to have someone you can relate to…you know?” to hint at my perpetual solitude.But in all honesty, I think I can live with it.I’m a pro at this. I’ve been alone for most of my life already. One of the best things I know how to do is spend time with myself.Loneliness was never as painful as heartbreak.<h1 id="74fd">DEDICATED TO..</h1>is a collection of flash fiction short stories on the stages of life we grow through, the battle of youthfulness, and the transition into adulthood.<div id="545c" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/dedicated-to-chapter-10-therapy-406836e9be76">

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A Collection of Short Stories on the Flower That Grew From Concrete

Heartbreak always seemed like it was around the corner.

You get to know someone. You share consecutive hours, days, and even weeks together. The days blend and go by in a blur due to the companionship. You and I become we and us. Both endearing each other. Embracing intimate moments. Silence in bed, eye contact during and after sex, pillow talk, and the stimulating conversation before and after dinner. You separate from each other’s arms after brunch.

And without notice, in an instant, all of a sudden, it’s not there anymore. It’s gone. You’ve both moved on. There you are, alone. Vulnerable. Cautious to take the leap forward again, know that it, too, might end.

I’ve felt the pain of heartbreak — it lingers still.

So I always ended things before they got too close.

It was a defense mechanism that shielded me from ever feeling love.

Nonetheless, I yearned for romance.

So here I am today, about to turn thirty and emotionally unavailable.

My mom thinks I’m nearing my deadline. I don’t think she wants to see me die alone. “You know Trey, you’re about to be in your thirties soon. I understand that you like your own space, but, you know, it’s nice to have someone you can relate to…you know?” to hint at my perpetual solitude.

But in all honesty, I think I can live with it.

I’m a pro at this. I’ve been alone for most of my life already. One of the best things I know how to do is spend time with myself.

Loneliness was never as painful as heartbreak.