I am that "one."

Yes, I'm going to take the self-absorbed-sounding route.

He dumped me out of nowhere. Because he didn't have time. Because it "wasn't fair" to me. Because I didn't say "I love you" within the first two weeks of dating. Because he thought I didn't trust him. Because it was taking "so long for the passion to build." Because our personalities didn't really sync.

His friends said I was the most sane girlfriend he'd ever had, as the last girl was apparently a drug addict. I had no problem when he was hanging out with or comforting his female friends. I never grilled him about where he was, what he had been doing when we hadn't been able to see him for a week. I didn't have a problem with text communication.

I knew we wouldn't last, but we had fun. Our differences hadn't become an issue at that point. I wasn't looking to settle down. Apparently he was looking for something more than I was, and decided the best way to end it was to do it quick. There had been no problems. No fights. No abnormally long silences. No sort of suspicion.

Though I knew it wouldn't be "forever," I was still hurt when he, out of nowhere, said it had to end. One week after Valentine's Day. I was shocked. When it was over, I didn't see him. Our paths never had reason to cross during normal days. When we did see each other, it hurt and infuriated me that he seemed completely at ease. I was seething and screaming inside. I was out of it for four months. I am still angry sometimes, but not as often.

I keep telling myself: "Blue" rejected a good woman.

(forgive me if I sound conceited or if any of this is confusing/doesn't make sense)