… A Present
It’s not a surprise yet. I have been informed of the package a few days before the postman deliver it to the small “post hut” on our campus. Normally speaking, I should be excited to trade my delivery note for the big box, but I’m not. Actually, not at all. All my feelings are stessful and embarrassing.
The reason is a little bit private, but I just want to let my depression out: the good-wisher is my boy friend. Now you may be more confused. Guess what? I ought to be grateful, but the situation is we’ve just broken up last night. Throught telephone! Funny isn’t it? We are always talking on phone. I’ve had enough. The biggest problem is we have difficulties in doing so, especially me. Every time, I just find it’s nonsense. It seems to me that we are in kind of mother- and-son relationship which almost drives me mad.
Yes, I admit it’s a little bit unfair to him. But I don’t feel like pretending. I put an end to that unhappy relationship hoping life can be easier and brighter afterward.
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