“I don't want this relationship anymore.”

Those were the words I was served along with my dinner. I sat across from my boyfriend of six years, Mitchell Alfarad at Chibby’s. It was our favourite restaurant and it was rated at three-star. He had invited me to have dinner with him and I had followed him in his car straight from work. I called my roommate, Leah to inform her that I would not be having dinner at home. Leah was a Chinese food junkie and an oil paint artist.

  I gripped the menu tighter than required, remembering to breathe through my nostrils.

“Mitch, did I do something wrong? I can apologize. I–I just don't want to break up, please, Mitch. Tell me what I have done and how I can make it right,” I beseeched him, reaching for his hands, those beautiful hands that had done unspeakable things to me in bed.

Mitch was a demanding lover and he took more than he gave but I was fine with it as long as he gave me what I needed. I craved human companionship which was why I harboured Leah for free at my apartment. She was basically jobless and could not afford the soap she used but she was a good friend. If Mitch walked out of my life, it would be my fifth breakup in ten years. He had been the longest boyfriend I've had, my personal record and I had hoped he was the one for me. He had a sweet job as a small-town movie director and was beginning to go places.

“Kelsey,” he began, in his sleepy, seductive voice that was usually enough to provoke an orgasm from me. “I asked you to move in with me last year just before Christmas. What did you say?”

I gulped down my tongue, remembering what I had said clearly. We had just finished having mindblowing sex, our own countdown to Christmas. Once we had wished ourselves a happy Christmas, Mitch had banged the snot out of me against the window as we watched the beautiful sunrise. When we were exhausted, we slumped to the floor unceremoniously and there, he asked me to move in with him. I had panicked stupidly and said it wastoo early to do so. Turns out he had not been impressed by my answer.

“I said I wasn't ready, Mitch but I am now. I just needed some time to think.”

“And you are just saying this to me now because I asked. This is August, Kels; I asked you in December and you are just making up your mind now? You don't know what you want for yourself and I cannot wait for you to think things through for months before I have an answer. I'm done. The waitress will bring your dinner. I paid for it beforehand. Goodbye, Kels. I hope you find someone patient enough to wait for your indecisions.”

He pulled back his chair and exited the restaurant without saying another word to me.  I thought of going after him like in the silly rom-coms I loved watching but this was no soap opera. I, Kelsey Falls had been dumped.

"Will you be having your dinner now, miss?" the waitress asked, arriving just in time.

"Pile it onto my plate, Joss. I'm heartbroken and I'm hungry."

By the time I got home, Leah was in bed, hugging a Ben and Jerry's, her legs everywhere. I sighed in relief, not wanting her to see me crying, my mascara running down my cheeks. I had hoped for a future with Mitch. Great sex and friendship was supposed to be equal to marriage. Even Leah had been in and out of marriage yet here I was, failing to hold on to me. I settled for the settee, instead of dragging the bed with my disorganized roommate.

I had a great paying job as a sales manager at J&K and I was not feeding off anyone. My paycheques had five zeros at the end of them but nobody seemed to love me enough to stay. It was kind of ironic. I decided to move on that minute. Perhaps I would find someone hotter and sexier to throw in Mitch's face. I would take a lot of pictures with this new guy and post them all on my Instagram so that Mitch choked on his regrets. I cheered myself up in no time and slept off on the settee. Tomorrow was another day of hunting.

I was woken up by my noisy alarm and I rolled off my settee, not the perfect way of waking up in the morning. Watching Leah peacefully hug my pillow was torture and I chucked my sneakers at her.

"Ow! What was that for?" she drowsily objected, blinking her dark eyes. Leah was Indian-American which explained why her long hair kept clogging the sink. She had beautiful olive skin and was as slim as a model despite all the food she consumed at my expense.

"For living my dream life," I retorted, lying on the carpeted floor. In my head, I was counting minutes, buying myself some time.

"Not my fault you are a workaholic. What happened to you?" she asked, once she had noticed my unwashed face. "Kelsey Falls never goes to bed in work clothes or makeup so you better tell me what is going on."

I toed off my other sneaker and wiggled my toes, staring at the movement. People kept telling me I was unique because I had my own way of doing things. I won my high school pageant four times in a row and had been made valedictorian at last. My life was perfect. Why wouldn't any man be lucky to have me, Kelsey Falls in his life?